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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
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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. AnonymousSaturday, April 19, 2025 8:58:00 PM

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

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  2. AnonymousSaturday, April 19, 2025 9:30:00 PM

    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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