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Beauty

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This poem is inspired by " She Walks in Beauty " by Lord Byron. I was much impressed by the poem and wanted to include this in this series. I wrote the whole poem, but the system did not save, and I lost it. I liked those words, but I could not recall all of them. Some I was able to recall, which I have incorporated; the rest I have recreated. Some of the lines are from the original poem.  One stroke of brush makes her skin bright like the shining stars of the clear night just with the right mix of black and white; she amazes the worlds with her beguiling sight and her mellow magnetizing light added sparkles to the heaven's gaudy night. A streak here and a stroke there softly lightens the skin of hers; while the waves in her every raven tress, evince every element of her gentle caress born in her abstraction so serene sculpting her inner soul so clean. How pure, how dear their dwelling-place where the overt dreamboat's lace  has magnanimous, beguiling grace and the in...
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Judgment fear

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  Reaching the end, now I have discussed with you everything we can do to show self-love. This topic will be incomplete if I do not discuss this one barrier, which has the capability to pull down everything.  If we have open wounds, we can dress and heal them; if we have ulcers, we can take care and medicine to get them healed; if a fire breaks out, you can call the fire brigade and help, but what will you do if you are judging yourself or you are being judged? Judgement fear is like a cancer that flourishes within no time. It ruins our self-confidence and self-esteem; it kills love and understanding between me and my inner self; it convinces us that self-love is not for us; it is a property of few.  The sting of judgment is poisonous. No one escapes it. I had learned how to fill myself with positivity; I knew how to keep myself charged and encouraged; I took good care of self-compassion and self-care. In this balanced state I fell into a situation where I offended one o...
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Discovering my cooking mind

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Moving out of the house remains the biggest dream of everyone. Mine was the same. Studying in a college was quite good. I hardly remember missing my family. Getting a job was icing on top. Now life seemed settled. This was the moment when I felt relaxed and content. Then I started thinking about what to do next. My mother is a good cook. I always longed to cook like her, both creatively and tastily.      In my school days, I saw my friends cooking tasty dishes in sixth class, and I was nowhere. I also wanted to cook good food like my mother and like my friends.      I still remember the first dish I prepared. It was "aloo bhuji." I prepared three or four large potatoes. My potatoes were getting sticky to my kadhai, but still they were not cooked well. I put water on it, and it started sticking more. I have used more turmeric also so that I get a good yellow color. I also used more cumin powder.      My family members said it was okay, and whe...
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