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Portrait of a Young Woman (aka her search history)

In no particular order.


Nose pin without piercing oxidised

Add to wishlist
until an imaginary tomorrow

when she will have her own voice.


*Useful* gifts for 10 - year - old boy
Alpha Strike NERF gun for kids Rs 3999 /-

Parental instincts flinch, but
(her inner) child wins this game of choice.


Matrix & Linear Algebra - KC Prasad & KB Dutta - book pdf
Download file.
Frantic attempts at drafting a study plan
to be violated before reaching page twenty.

Learn Malayalam from scratch for free
30 Day - crash course for beginners
Nearly abandoned
after a disastrous day three.


Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni books free pdf download
Download Independence book PDF online

her safe space : women -
(fictional), imperfect, daring and tough.

Soothing bhajans for sleep
Did you mean : Existential questions
slowed + Lofi + reverb +  3 hrs long
“I’m not doing enough”.


linkedin.com/old-schoolmate-slash-class-topper
Intern @ dream-company | Sophomore @ top-uni |  Every cool hobby ever
Just in case
the existential doubt ever grows pale.


Sriti Jha spoken word poetry Kommune
The Invisible Woman by Sriti Jha - Spoken Word evening by Loreal Paris
40% for inspiration, and 60% for the love
of women telling women’s tales.


Kajal stick
Close tab.
It won’t make her as beautiful
as the women in her bookmarked reel.


Poetry prompts unique
your favourite colour… see more

She writes, ironically because 

she has feelings she wishes to conceal.


Banana muffin recipe eggless

Cooking time : 45 mins Serves : 12 muffins
When she’s overwhelmed because
she has too much to do.

Give me the proof of correctness for the fractional knapsack problem greedy solution using exchange argument technique.

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Comments

  1. Unconventional, daring, tough, & bold vibrations embodied effortlessly in this piece.

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  2. This hit harder than I expected. There’s a quiet weight to the way everything unfolds — so much feeling in the in-betweens. Loved how you let each line breathe without needing to explain itself.

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