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			<title>I was sitting there.</title>
			<description>I found myself sitting thereconsuming the galaxies awaitingcounting the anaximenes distortingcarving the horizon railingI found myself sitting thereI found myself sitting therereaching the no. of hearts&amp;nbsp;reading the no. of heart breaksremembering the inhuman factsI found myself sitting there</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2441340/</link>
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			<title>Just Pretending</title>
			<description>We pretend to be as sorted as ironed clothes piled up in our cupboard,We try and put it on like a semicolon that somewhere gives hope and sense of betterment,We then unapologetically become that one ray which blends up with our skin.Eventually, we get covered with so many pretentious layers whic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2162128/</link>
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			<title>A Must Read.</title>
			<description>*The Trend Is Disturbing*As per the census of past few years the literacy rate of India has been reported as 74.02% with not much increment since then, followed by a rough hit on India's economy. The main root of national income is found to be our service sector that contribute more than 60% of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2153715/</link>
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			<title>Heartbreak</title>
			<description>what a heartbreak looks like?when a girl abandons you orwhen a boy quits on you orwhen you get separated from your better halfis really a heartbreak?I feel NO,Heartbreak is not something biotic or feels like a cardiac arrest&amp;nbsp;but something which is unconditional the way love persistfrom anything..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2144320/</link>
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			<title>Prodigy</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2129596/</link>
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			<title>Atypical.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2129593/</link>
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			<title>&amp;#2313;&amp;#2360; &amp;#2352;&amp;#2366;&amp;#2340; </title>
			<description>Sun us rat bhi jgte rahe Kuch parindey, mai or dil-sheherBina chand k rat guzarte raheKr be-naam yadon ko mayassarApni neendon ko girwi rkhte raheDhundhle khwabon me jaag kerEk arsa hua ankho k darya koChah ker bhi beh na sakaPer Pta h un shohraton koMai haar ker bhi jeet na sa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2115005/</link>
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			<title>Blown away</title>
			<description>The insober breeze assorted with my hairStop them and Keep them calm with a flairThey awfully bruises my blush Where are you It's time for you to rushThe woeful eyes, justifiesCome soon, come fastThe month of March doesn't going to lastAdjust my flicks, play some tricksSunshine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2114624/</link>
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			<title>Meri Eid</title>
			<description>In the shadows of duskI feel your hollowness, anxiety ,despair and grief that floats around me in bubblesI pamper them with politeness,with every breathe that troubles.In the night that winds up the dayI love you the most but dare I say;You with your steady heartbeats I with my palm on y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2114622/</link>
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			<title>Monsoon</title>
			<description>Today,the weather gives the impression of being puzzled Outside and inside me as well.For now to ransom their slavery,I am going out to amalgamate the two monsoon's shellWait for me as I return back to the home that We built together;After the heavy downpour shatters altogether.Don't just ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2114621/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Riot or attractive, you are bothYoung and more lovable than beforeThe hurt of life is good that made you yellowTurned your blood vessels into thick ropes thoughConstantly falling into artistry is not necessaryYou'll break like those guitar strings at high in hurrySitting near your ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2107892/</link>
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			<title>&quot;&amp;#2361;&amp;#2350;&amp;#2366;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2366;&quot; &amp;#2358;&amp;#2361;&amp;#2352; </title>
			<description>Us sheher me tum kch alg se lgte ho, han mere se lgte hoMehez ek jhalak ke lie jab bahar bulate hoOr tabassum ker rukhsat ho jate hoUn galiyon k mod me simte raaz se lgte hoUs sheher me tum kuch khaas se lgte ho,Han mere se lagte hoAs pas kohra ho, barish ka sheesha ho ya tumne dhoop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2105046/</link>
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			<title>&amp;#2361;&amp;#2369;&amp;#2360;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2344;&amp;#2366; &amp;#2350;&amp;#2375;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2368;&amp;#2404;</title>
			<description>Agar aaftaab me tum hoti toYun taizi me sulagna bhi gawara hotaTeri zulfon ko aashna bana kerTere aks me utarna muqammal sa hota.Ab es mukhtasar si zindgi meYun qaasid ban ker ayi hoTo parchayi ban ker nahiAayina ban ker rehna mera.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104495/</link>
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			<title>Red.</title>
			<description>Shades of redUbiquitously brewed with the essence of loveThat never reminds me of sceneriesBut the earth that bulwarks them Just like angerNot a warrant to be fought overBut a paragon to be claimed by the hands of fewBoth make you inviolable and fragile as wellBy draining every p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104479/</link>
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			<title>&amp;#2310;&amp;#2395;&amp;#2366;&amp;#2342; &amp;#2361;&amp;#2370;&amp;#2305; ||</title>
			<description>&amp;#2348;&amp;#2375;&amp;#2358;&amp;#2392; &amp;#2340;&amp;#2369;&amp;#2350; &amp;#2309;&amp;#2395;&amp;#2368;&amp;#2395; &amp;#2361;&amp;#2379;&amp;#2361;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2398;-&amp;#2342;&amp;#2352;-&amp;#2361;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2398; &amp;#2350;&amp;#2375;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2375; &amp;#2346;&amp;#2344;&amp;#2381;&amp;#2344;&amp;#2379;&amp;#2306; &amp;#2346;&amp;#2352; &amp;#2341;&amp;#2367;&amp;#2352;&amp;#2325;&amp;#2340;&amp;#2368; &amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104473/</link>
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			<title>Dupatta</title>
			<description>The way it lacerates through airLifelessly floating without an erOver the skyline with a drumroll signAdmiring the beholderNot counting the hoursIt wasn't with herMildly unhappySlightly happyFor it locked up her smell and smudgeNot yet forgotten her touchLooking at it's pull an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104470/</link>
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			<title>Little things</title>
			<description>Despite the carnage of self;Be Audacious enough to ranter Thee again.By not omitting the heartaches,disturbed nights and all the sufferings that past by,But emerging as a williwaw in mortal form with naw sigh.:-vartika</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104469/</link>
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			<title>Autumn</title>
			<description>Are those parched petals still looking for me..With no clue..?To cover up my thorns that I have grown in few yearsAround,inside and outsideTo give away their fragrance for my forthcoming rideAlong with some ballsy colours that might blend up with my Blue.:-vartika</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vartika0206/2104369/</link>
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