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THE GIRL THAT USED TO BE

With mud between her fingers, the girl hummed away

Tall heights and war wounds

Never imagined a pink bedroom full of barbie dolls

In the scorching sun with messy hair, the girl hummed away

Baby sat bees and lizards

Never attempted to walk in mommy’s high heels

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MY FIRST 2- PAGES SPREAD ON A MAGAZINE : DUSSEHRA EDIT

The Velvet Radio, Shivani Boruah, Blogger, Eclectic Northeast, magazine, Durga Puja, Dussehra, Streetstyle

JUNE 2017. I was home for the longest span of time in 4 years. Explored many things. About people, a few places and myself. One thing I realized (about myself) was the vision that I have with respect to my blog. Where does it stand now and where do I want it to stand in the days to come. Whether I am able to live up to the marks or not, I have always believed in having a vision in whatever I do. Many things took place. Some good and a bunch of bad! Actually, the latter outshadowed the former.

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NO ROOM FOR THE BLUES

THE VELVET RADIO, SHIVANI BORUAH, OPI NAIL POLISH

NO ROOM FOR THE BLUES.

Basically I knew what I wanted to write in this post but just that after having a look at SMALLTOWNBLOGGER ‘s stories the night before, my decision grew stronger. I was being a little skeptical in the beginning as it is going to be a dark one. DARKER for a handful few. With this post, I want to declare that I AM BACK! Not to anyone but myself. My inner self with whom I have been struggling with for some time. For quiet some time.  Shall we say hello, BLUES?

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HALF INDIAN

THE VELVET RADIO, SHIVANI BORUAH, NORTHEAST, INDIAN BLOGGER, ASSAM, ARUNACHAL PRADESH
GALE of ARUNACHAL PRADESH, MISING SADOR & MUGA RIHA OF ASSAM

I missed the smell of BAAH GAAZ ( BAMBOO SHOOT) and the taste of MASOR TENGA ( TANGY FISH CURRY). The joy of waking up to the songs of cuckoo and the wind acting like a set of ten thousand needles piercing your skin. Evening strolls to the favourite momo shop by the corner and weekends at the ice cream parlor. The gossips during the lunch break and rushing for the tuitions after school. The sweaty city bus rides and the queues at the SINGRA ( SAMOSA) stall. The tall mountains and the greens. How I missed you my beautiful place! I can never get enough of you!

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REPLAY

THE VELVET RADIO, DENIM, SHIVANI BORUAH, GENDER EQUALITY

Time and again, whenever I and a few girlfriends of mine discuss about the issues on gender equality, have we not discussed about our personal incidents. The stereotypical society that we grew up in has always curtailed upon us from developing many skill sets. Many goals which we could have achieved. Many dreams which still lie buried deep inside our hearts.

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LULL

THE VELVET RADIO

It’s been sometime. Sometime since I took up my pen and the paper to figure out the sequence of a post. In fact, to plan a new one. Personal things can damage your work life you see. But certain personal things are unavoidable. They are like that puzzle which you have always been trying hard to solve but to no avail! Like that of the quagmire, which, no matter how hard you try to pull yourself out of it, you keep going inside it.

Deep into it.

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