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Hi!! I am Prachi. I am from Delhi, India. I am a student of Chemistry, pursuing graduation in Chemistry from University of Delhi. Besides academics I have a profound interest in writing. Writing gives me a special kind of happiness. Healing Words is a medium for me to share my personal feelings and ideas. I write what I feel. Here I have posted my own writings. I also love to sketch, draw and do photography. My work has been published in three books. You may checkout my published work on https://ahealingwords.wordpress.com/published-work/ . Besides this, I am a member of "Moiramor Magazines". On November 9, 2020 I got a chance to speak up on Creativity and Innovations. It was a meeting with the students and professors of Yorkville University, Canada through a video meet. You may know more about it on https://ahealingwords.wordpress.com/video-meet-with-yorkville/I have a page also, on Instagram as @_healing__words_ . I will try my best to write more and I am looking forward to more such opportunities.

  • Fragrance of January Never Fades…

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    I remember I was listening a very beautiful love song. My head was down and my eyes were staring the yellow path beneath my feet. I have a habit of gazing patterns on the floor. I know this may seem so strange to many but it’s actually natural for me.

  • Nobody Sees…

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    It spooks me wherever I go               So, I hide in the darkest corner where it leaves                       It loudly roars my secrets to the ground on which it crawls                     And haunts me at my own being.         It makes me lose my… Read More ›

  • I talk to my reflection…

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    I find myself looking in the mirror and these eyes staring back at me,heavy with rain… They talk to me about the times,when I thought ofunzipping this skin which I can’t When I stored the tears insidethat caused flood one… Read More ›

  • If walls could talk…

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    If walls could talk,they would tell youwhat my roomhas been made of. They would tell youabout the scars hiddenin the depths of my mirror,about the wave of my painthat has washed over the floor,about the carpet hiding thecracks underneath,about the… Read More ›

  • Unseen…

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    Her smile hides Some silent screams Some hidden scars Some haunting dreams. It’s trying To torn apart That burning fire In the heart. In search of sleep She runs and hides As if something Inside has died. Feelings buried Deep… Read More ›