http://slow.writerscafe.org/Prynka The original writings of author Prynka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984128 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I miss our chats, the laughs, the spark,The way we hyped each other’s art.Got caught up in the vibe, it’s true�"Maybe expected more from you.But hey, no drama, just some flair,I let my feels fly through the air.Still love the bond, still think you’re great&#655.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2939780/ I heard you, when you kept your ears on Amma’s tummy andspoke to meAs her stomach grew biggerYour talks became clearerOn the day I was bornI saw you jumping in happinessso happy were you, that you almost fed me a cookieA day born was I, had to threw it up allWe gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2114269/ Random thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2092370/ Naveen,I have always lived my life with a siblingAnd when I came to this family I always knew I wouldn’t miss mine Thank you for being there during our highs And during our many steep lows I wasn’t ever weak But I always needed the push Thank you for being such a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2037147/ "NO"Provoked HIMRapeKilledHER http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2028851/ Oh such gossip mongers you arewhy don't you bother your own businessin spite of breaking all my ties you still google me out I am your hot topic for hangouts You judge me and criticize meFor all your skype and facetime talksyou have so much more to discuss &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2028590/ I learnt the meaning of admirationWhen I first saw you A reflection of my mother Someone who pointed to the sky And showed life is much more than my cocoon.As a child we spent many vacations together The walks, the talks, the bus rides ,The grand cooking spree in Grandma’s ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2028358/ I sat in the dark auditorium Among all the other audienceI waited for you to come on stageAnd when you were thereYou will never knowHow my heart rejoiced The purest smileThe one which my heart smiledYou must be a big boy now5 years is still like a dream to meI'm still stuck i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2024458/ Dear Amma,You look old wrinkled and obese nowBut if I am beautiful It's because of you Amma Many jenes I must have takenThis one's the most I cherish You are so innocent and child likeBut if I am brave It's because of you Amma You have taught me to let go of the worst Embrace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2024325/ Sudden demise of your partner and when you come back to your empty home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2022718/ I still remember the nightthe night I traveled by busthe usual bus I traveled almost every weekenda luxury night travel busa bus you sit at night and reach in the early morningevery travel is memorablebut this one was unforgettablein a day or two I was supposed to get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2019124/ Chuppa Chuppi - a local name for the game Hide and seek. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2018788/ Just like that :) I hope you like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2018030/ First love taught him what love is.For her it was the last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2017734/ Recently I read a article about a 7 year old child who died of Rabies. Rabies is such a deadly disease and so much of suffering both for the infected animal and to anyone who gets infected. This inspi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2015997/ Some of us wear a mask and never show the real us, our pain or sorrow is just within us. Writing down some rough patches. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2015558/ In a relationship sometimes one of us take a backseat, to keep the harmony we decide to sacrifice. When you give control to the partner and if its misused. The agony is conveyed here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2015284/ Indian women consider themselves very lucky to die before their husband and so was my mother. At the funeral, the husband garlands her and does his duty of a husband. I can't describe this poem more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2015058/ Love birds are not just those who love each other, these birds spread love for generations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2014595/ A mother I am,A wife I am,A dreamer who dreams,A co-worker, whose work screams,A friend you can believe,Your stress I can relieve.I can be an ear to your sorrow,Some sugar you may borrow.So many feathers in my cap,To the music my feet can tap.I dance to the rh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Prynka/2014508/