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Pooja Wanpal
Goodreads Author
Born
in Pune, India
Member Since
December 2011
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/pw2025
This time last year
It is only when I open Google Photos & it reminds of what I was doing this time last year, I realise how much time has passed. The summer has come & gone and the rain is back, and with it the promise of more.
Looking at Google photos of what happened before is a mixed bag - it is what I imagine a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans would taste like. Some pictures bring back memories - clamb Read more of this blog post »
Looking at Google photos of what happened before is a mixed bag - it is what I imagine a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans would taste like. Some pictures bring back memories - clamb Read more of this blog post »
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Time's Lost Atlas
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2013
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Love and Lokpal
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2013
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
― 100 Love Sonnets
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”
― 100 Love Sonnets
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
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“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
“but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.”
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“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.”
― Persuasion
― Persuasion
