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Continue reading →: Diminishing circleTwo or maybe three people, is all I have in my tiny circle of confidants now. I never really had aspirational friends. The friends I had were either “fun” to be with or needed my help, or so I thought. Nobody inspired me or even thought about my wellbeing. I…
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Continue reading →: From Royalls to Academia: The Cycle of Power AbuseThere is always something we can learn from the past. We can learn the art of mastering a healthy living, or we can learn from or identify the mistakes our ancestors made. A recent visit to the Royall house and slave quarters in Massachusetts, made me question-have we changed our…
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Continue reading →: A SOUP MADE OF LOVEI really don’t remember how I came to like this pungent soup that my mom makes, but I know it has always been my favorite. It isn’t just a soup but a medicine. A medicine for an upset stomach or a beaten soul. The recipe is a mix of a…
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Continue reading →: UprootedI wake up with my heart racing. It was just a dream, but it felt real. I look at the clock, and it is just 3am. I have three more hours before my day starts. I get up and wash my face. That was not just a dream, it must…
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I’m Prersha
Welcome to Room Writer! I am a budding scientist. I love everything that sparks my creative nerve, which includes, but is not limited to, writing. I do not have any writing style preferences; hence, I like experimenting—anything that inspires me. Let’s call it a fluid style!
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