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About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.

Summer

I know you won’t think of me now. When the sun scoops vanilla clouds And there are new friends Planning exciting summer picnics And dances mid summer nights. When you can share your dreams With colourful people who enjoy Without … Continue reading

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Morning 

It’s 7 am. And I wake up in a warm bed too large for a single person to neighborhood noises – clattering vessels and conversation muted by walls and windows. My head pounds to the beat of a sprightly mixer … Continue reading

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Ageing

Cities change. That familiar landmark next to the empty lot doesn’t look the same anymore now that the empty lot is a seven storied building. That’s what strikes me on Instagram. My city has changed. It’s no longer familiar. While … Continue reading

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Somebody to Love

The beauty about life is that you will always end up learning, and especially learning not to be a smug, superior, self-righteous prick. You think you will never have an affair with a loserly, married man, no, not you with … Continue reading

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Blind

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyant, put on weight and reformed herself. In these cards, I hold wealth and abundance she said from her tower overlooking Ulsoor lake. An emotional raven escaped his Poe and fluttered morbidly to the balcony. “Pay attention … Continue reading

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Letter to the Dispossessed

I didn’t know that the smells would haunt me. Scratch that. I did. Specifically, detergent mixed with the coconut on skin. I think it’s my most favourite smell in the world because it is you. It smells like home. Which … Continue reading

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Felicity in Frankfurt

I am home. This is home. It’s all just the same as I left it. Of course, there is more furniture now and he has repositioned the furniture but it’s the same. It smells the same. There is that hint … Continue reading

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