MIND FULL

  • The Road

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    Neha
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    Smooth cuts through chaos, forming gridlines and namesakes. From prompts to cross, to doorways to heartache. The string to a beaded necklace, the steps to a staircase. How metaphorically endless, These retraceable paths, to never efface Imbibed with life during the day In the night, melancholic and foreign. As a journey, a giant clique With…

  • The Wall

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    I find myself staring at the wall, asking it to become a mirror. Hoping instructions will appear, engraved in the marble affront me. To show me proof of justice, kindness, sweat-equity. Walls display the stories of a place in the dialect of long slabs and smooth cuts  Upon their surface the fragments of life, the…

  • Teaching compassion and acceptance to elementary school students

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    Teaching compassion and acceptance to elementary school students Many years ago, it was 6PM on another Friday night. I had just finished swim practice, and my mummy was helping me pull on one of my nicer outfits in the pool change room. Instead of going home that night, I was directly going to go to…