Written by Stanzin Lhadol.
There are sides to me, I adore.
There are others,
I do not want to call mine.
Do you take all of me?
Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.
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Written by Harsahej Mann.
Are you you or them? Am I me or you? What am I, but the experiences I had through you? Am I just another extension cord, leading to you? Is there a me at all? Am I “I” or am I just an artificially induced you?
We do not often realise it, even as it happens. Every second, the edges of our “ self” are grated off by the abrasive gaze of the other . Even as I write this, the grated edges of my “self” may be falling like snowflakes , on the cold hard marble flooring of my room . Whether they are actually falling, I cannot say for as I said we often do not realise it, even while our self is disintegrating into mere dust.
-Robert Lianzathang Hangzo
We had just immigrated into our computer. The environment encircling the vicinity starts to lag because of the sloppy Intel processor, which was rather ancient. Inevitably, we managed to realise that we were in a virtual world rather than the ever-
chic reality.
A compressed fog encircled the lawn which was foliated with a dense verdure. Thomas sits right in front of the Common Room’s main door; holding a guitar and hums to the vibrations of the six-stringed instrument.
Lucy, oblivious to her surroundings, lights a cigarette in the heart of the lawns; notwithstanding the brisk wind, she could not feel cold. No sooner did she realize that it was midnight than the fog grew thicker. Three radiant lights complemented the vicinity with their alluring charm. Red, cherry lights in the middle, just adjacent to a tree with the shape of a heart
glittering amidst the lights’ reflection on the heart — the Heart of College.
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