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			<title>Brown Bear</title>
			<description>Red eyes, she smells like smoke,Tune in, she hums a prose.This is what paradise meant to her,&amp;nbsp;Melancholy she says whenshe&amp;rsquo;s sober.Light meadow breeze brushes her skin,Glances outside, see a brown bear dancing.It sings, &amp;ldquo;I am an art, you are an artist,Po..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/2178730/</link>
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			<title>The Tears of a Terrible Cook</title>
			<description>In this pandemic situation and lockdown circumstances, manypeople are harboring their own passion or mostly cooking delicacies. &amp;nbsp;Covid-19 made me realized that for one I am ahorrible cook. Far away from home and with maid absence, both of my friends have shown their cooking skills. But as s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/2173266/</link>
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			<title>Mrs. Shipuwah</title>
			<description>Mrs. Shipuwah climbs down the hills everyday,age of sixty, begonia scars on her face.She dance down with her mountain goats,sits by her ideal placeand smoked a herbal roll.I crossed the wavy lane and sit by her side,asked her,&quot;How you climb up and down every morning and night?&quot;She sang with her rasp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/2169235/</link>
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			<title>Growing Horns</title>
			<description>I look up in mirrorI'm half devil, half angel in me,One side horn, other side halo over me.One wants to stay rebel,other one wants to stay out of hell.Home wants me to be angelic,But the world outside cut off my wings.It seems halo is broken, I m growing the horns,because its bette..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/2156188/</link>
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			<title>GRANNY'S BETEL BOX</title>
			<description>Every household have those steel &quot;paan ka dabba&quot; which is only accessible to the shining wrinkled hands of grandmom or granddad. These paan ka dabba is&amp;nbsp; tiny but holds a special memory to kids who hang around and play with granny to have sweets, to get away from homework scoldings by parents an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/2046967/</link>
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			<title>They won't let it</title>
			<description>quater life crisis</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/1981724/</link>
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			<title>The power of vibes</title>
			<description>People always have a thing about supernatural and occult. The lust of power is so high that it took a shape of a society of gods and religion. These societies are infiltrated and imposed on human beings in an illogical theory and facts. Now the question is &quot;Is there really any superhuman beings who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shashwati1994/1964686/</link>
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			<title>The power of vibes</title>
			<description>People always have a thing about supernatural powers and occult. These belief and lust of power is so high that it gave shape to a society of gods and religions. Now these societies are infiltrated and imposed on other human beings in illogical manner. Now the question is &quot;Is there any superhuman be..</description>
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