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			<title>Purpose</title>
			<description>This is an incomplete poem. I start writing, then life distracts me and I forget the poem for months, even years. I come back a changed person and I see the poem in a whole new fashion. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2796127/</link>
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			<title>Chapter #2 : A Parade of Anomies</title>
			<description>Ruchira is trying to keep peace with her disintegrating sense of self and looks for diversions, in the outer world, while keeping the unknown inner clamor that keeps on resurfacing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467902/</link>
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			<title>Chapter #1 : The Tree of Reality</title>
			<description>Ruchira is stuck in a labyrinth of nostalgia and memories and is falling into the sombre realm of her traumas lingering in her past. She tries getting out of the frenzy but  it's a lost battle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467763/</link>
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			<title>Magnet</title>
			<description>This is a free-verse I wrote some time ago. Is a bit heartfelt. Hope you enjoy it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467669/</link>
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			<title>Steals Sans Stealing</title>
			<description>Dedicated to someone I love immensely</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467532/</link>
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			<title>A Chunk of Me - Complete Version</title>
			<description>I had started writing this short story in my earlier profile. Hadn't completed the story, so I finished it over the years and am finally presenting it for you. Enjoy :) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467367/</link>
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			<title>Killing A Saint - Revisited</title>
			<description>I wrote the first draft of this story on my earlier profile. It was well- received. This is a polished, literarily enhanced version of that story. Enjoy :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467364/</link>
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			<title>References </title>
			<description>This is a section for references. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467362/</link>
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			<title>Forethoughts</title>
			<description>In this section, the attempt is to explain the motive behind writing this story and certain referential literature I'm reading alongside to better understand my themes, subjects and thoughts explored.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467325/</link>
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			<title>We have our Tale-bones - Collection of Short Stories</title>
			<description>This would serve as a short story anthology. Tales churned out of experience, and constant cooking up of thoughts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467241/</link>
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			<title>A Rose Hidden In Thickets</title>
			<description>What happens to a person who feels they are the worst looking people in this world? What is beauty and why does body image mean so much to us?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467233/</link>
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			<title>Agrarian Psalms - Title Page</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467197/</link>
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			<title>Hollowing Inside</title>
			<description>Something's hollowing inside,It's all from swallowing insidePain, and efforts vain, the stainsOf character, faults insane.It's not loneliness, causeThere's only mess, lossOf smile, amidstpiles, and lists.Of those who care,&amp;nbsp;they're thereThey stare,at my pair of eyes,&amp;nbsp;And layers of cries&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467192/</link>
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			<title>I have no form</title>
			<description>I set my mind to follow some rules.(But I fail to abide, emotions can't hide.)I punish my soul for being a fool,For ebbing with the tide, for shunning my pride.***I have needs, have circumstancesFallen victims to preys, of societal greys.Invited trouble, been granted second chances.Regretted some da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467191/</link>
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			<title>Life is a see-saw</title>
			<description>Life is a see-saw,Strife is what we drawout after our joys,Shout after our toysbreaking. We are&amp;nbsp;taking the scarInto hearts,&amp;nbsp;In two partsSplitting ourselves.Skipping our selvesTo seek a moment's pleasure.Do we leak a cogent treasureTo rot amidst ignoranceWho taught us this? Did no reinsCont..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467188/</link>
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			<title>Vulture of Culture</title>
			<description>Culture rhymes with Vulture, and this is Culture personified</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2467187/</link>
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			<title>A Suit Of Soot</title>
			<description>This poem is about how some people live below their means yet preserve their moral and religious values. What keeps their belief upright after all?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2466988/</link>
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			<title>Agrarian Psalms</title>
			<description>This is a book of miscellaneous poems. I'll attempt to dig out the roots of my emotions, psyche, and lay before a world which the mind has conceptualized so far.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akshayrawal1996/2466982/</link>
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