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AN APOLOGY LONG OVERDUE
What do we owe to the voices that were silenced, to the dreams buried beneath rubble, to the love that endured despite the weight of loss?
An Apology Long Overdue is a poetic reckoning, a confession, a tribute, and an act of solidarity. In these verses, Nikitha Ramanarayanan traces a reverse journey through life, moving from grief to the innocence of beginnings, confronting both personal and collective wounds.
This collection is an apology to the overlooked and the unheard, to the land that remembers and the bodies that bear witness. It carries the echoes of struggle, the weight of history, and the unyielding hope for justice. Each poem is a fragment of resistance, a quiet defiance against forgetting.
"This isn't just an apology; it is remembrance as resistance."
Ente kinav|ą“ą“Øąµą“±ąµ ą“ą“æą“Øą“¾ą“µąµ
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SHADOW ACROSS THE DISTANCE
Aditya, a lively and outgoing woman from Kerala, never expected to fall for Vivek, a calm and reserved man from Mumbai. Their connection at a birthday party led to a beautiful long-distance relationship filled with laughter, late-night video calls, and surprise visits that keep their love alive. When Aditya decides to surprise Vivek in Mumbai, she envisions a perfect reunion. Instead, she stumbles upon a heartbreaking moment that leaves her shocked and devastated, questioning everything she thought she knew about Vivek. As emotions run high and misunderstandings grow, both must decide if their love can withstand the pain of a broken trust. Will they find their way back to each other, or is this the end of their story
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