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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalMEGHA UPADHYAYA is a New Delhi based published author and a working writer. She studied technology and always dreamed of being a writer - making herself relatable to the readers. She wishes to transport readers to a place where heroes have endearing flaws, gender is only for identification & not discrimination, the land is lush & populated with untamed brutes, and humanity is alive and well!Read More...
MEGHA UPADHYAYA is a New Delhi based published author and a working writer. She studied technology and always dreamed of being a writer - making herself relatable to the readers. She wishes to transport readers to a place where heroes have endearing flaws, gender is only for identification & not discrimination, the land is lush & populated with untamed brutes, and humanity is alive and well!
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Corals is Megha Upadhyaya's debut poetry collection about survival and humanity. The poetries flow fluently taking readers through a journey of bitter-sweet moments, reminding them of their shared humanity and love in trying times.
Corals is Megha Upadhyaya's debut poetry collection about survival and humanity. The poetries flow fluently taking readers through a journey of bitter-sweet moments, reminding them of their shared humanity and love in trying times.
As Far As Paradise is a short story, a fictional narrative which describes intimate afterlife experiences and events. When Mike, a happily married business person dies he discovers the consequences of 'being around’ his wife and strives to search for the right track before it's too late.
As Far As Paradise is a short story, a fictional narrative which describes intimate afterlife experiences and events. When Mike, a happily married business person dies he discovers the consequences of 'being around’ his wife and strives to search for the right track before it's too late.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrowThe hawks feast on bloody handsIn the frightening desolated landsWhere the brutes are saneBehind the black curtainsThe ones where no one finds humanityWho could have foretold the horror?When the futures are stolen right away.Bullets flying, children dying, mothers cryin Read More...
It was beginning to pall on me I suffered no casualties and the illness was none, The flashes of the past world fell upon me Some did lay and some did rest, The living memories were consum’d And so were the passions. A forlorn hope was all the heart contain’d Ergo, it shan’t be my Read More...
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