Prisha Khimavat
living life one word at a time.
For me, poetry isn’t simply expression, but rather the method in which to collect myself and piece me back together; my poetry is an amalgamation of who I’ve been, who I am and who I might become.
Category: Posts
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Boogers are things that have a weird and gross reputation but are in fact extremely beneficial. I’m not saying they aren’t gross, just that they have a purpose.
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A discussion of effervescence, especially when it’s colored with doubts and tainted with anxiety.
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Wanting to produce more content, and take myself less seriously, I have created this writing challenge for the duration of this summer!
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Sonder- n. the realization that each random passer by is living a life as vivd and complex as your own; This story recounts the first time I remember feeling this way.
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“If only you’d been a son”, is a statement many girls, especially in India, have the displeasure of hearing. This piece is a response from those girls, to the people that say and believe such things.
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Hello’s are really just a beautiful blend of doubtful and joyful anticipation. They can be the start of something so new, and so exciting. But they can also be the beginning of something that’s going to cause a lot of heart ache in the future. Since I’ve moved to university, I’ve experienced both these hello’s.
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Goodbyes are strange things, bittersweet, if you will. They’re filled with the remnants of laughter and sweet memories made, but also the heartache of the distance to come. Sometimes when you say goodbye, you simply don’t know when you’re going to say hello again. So, to my loving Jelly Fam, until we meet again, here’s…
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This is a story that in my memory as a six year old, 100% happened. Even though the rational part of my brain disagrees, it is a memory I hold close to my heart, and try not to think about the logistics of. Because honestly, it was a sweeter, simpler time when logic didn’t matter…
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While I’ve been gone for a few months, I really dealt with writers block, insecurities and a lot of misplaced emotions. This post includes a poem regarding how I felt, and the story of how I managed to over come it. This is something I believe can be useful to everyone, not just writers. Because…
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Glass Walls are objects that enable us to see the world around us, but through a lens that makes it seem like the grass is greener on the other side. It distorts the view, until we think of ourselves as worthless. What are your Glass Walls?