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Archives from the Gram

  • Writer: Niharika
    Niharika
  • Dec 20, 2022
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 3


Instagram- funny place.

We click, we write, we post.

Then we wait-

for likes, comments- validations.

We love

the attention, the transparency.

Then we hate-

the attention, the transparency.

But we forget-

we decide what we do.

-15th December, 2022



from 30th December 2021:

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Someone said the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn't mean to take. The detour I didn't mean to take, took it literally!



2nd May, 2022:

.

random.

maybe random.

maybe not random.

maybe extremely random.

maybe extremely planned.

maybe not planned.

maybe planned.

planned.

.



and 3rd June, 2022:

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Hey May!

I suppose I'm grateful for you being the roller coaster you were, life just being life.

End of a month, end of a challenge, just for another one to come.

So here's to May and to everything that helped,

to the worst, and to the best,

to silly, serious, and everything in between!

🌻



15th July , 2022:

Grey sky, full fledged rain, heavy winds, academic pressure, stress, longing, escapism, motivation from the most unexpected places and people, spontaneous bursts of creativity, and whole lots of hope!



from 20th July 2022:

And in a blink, it's time to pack again, and leave again. But this time with more core memories than ever. But how do I remember it? Just the good ones or just the bad ones? Or perhaps I should find a balance cherishing the good times and people, while learning the lessons from and letting go of the not-so-good ones. And perhaps that balance will be the perfect cup of nostalgia- not too sweet, not too sour. A nostalgia that won't hinder living!



2nd August, 2022:

-greys and blurs-



19th September, 2022:

-inconsistency is the consistency-



15th December 2022:

Goodbye 2022!

Au revoir Instagram!

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