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…words and the spaces in between…

Dear Reader

I’m someone who finds joy in words and the little stories they carry. Writing for me is a way to capture thoughts, feelings, and fleeting moments on paper. I’m not here to be perfect, but to be real – to share what I see, feel, and imagine in the simplest way I can. This blog is a small corner where my words can breathe, and I hope they find a place in your heart too.

“Purple ink ” is my favorite one that I use with my collection of fountain pens. Hence the name of this website too.

– nidhin

Letting it go

Letting it go

It took me a while to realize that she is not going to return ever. After all those noise – the sirens of ambulance , the crying , the chaos , the panic that lasted for days - silence has finally found its space in this home. But this silence was not the usual one ,...

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The Edge

The Edge

It all started with a discussion I had with my chemistry teacher. It was a drowsy afternoon — the kind where sunlight slips lazily across the desks, and the air smells faintly of chalk and sulphuric acid. Sheena Miss stood by the blackboard, drawing tiny circles and...

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the illusion

the illusion

The Conventional Rule:  We're taught that the color of an object is the light it reflects. When white light hits a surface, the object absorbs some wavelengths and bounces back the rest. A red apple, by this rule, is simply red because it throws the red light back at...

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Five days without her

Five days without her

She wasn’t there… Four hours had passed waiting for her. The streetlights glowed at their fullest, casting long, wavering shadows. I found myself staring at them, tracing their shapes, as if searching for a sign. The cafe owner made some noise to catch my attention....

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Rs.70/- Delivery Charge

Rs.70/- Delivery Charge

An hour and a half since I ordered food — and my hunger had already turned into anger. The clock hands moved lazily, mocking me. My stomach had given up growling, too tired of waiting. When I placed the order, the app had promised a neat little “20 minutes.” Twenty...

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ചക്ക പശ

ചക്ക പശ

മൂക്കില്‍ വിരലിട്ട് വായും പിളർന്ന്, കുതിച്ചു പായുന്ന ഗുഡ്സ് വണ്ടിടെ ബോഗികൾ എണ്ണുക… മൂത്രം ഒഴിക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മണ്ണിൽ ചിത്രം വരയ്ക്കുക…കീശയിലെ മഞ്ചാടിക്കുരുവും പളുങ്ക് ഗോട്ടികളും ഉണ്ടാക്കുന്ന താളം കേള്‍ക്കാന്‍ ആഞ്ഞു പായുക… പറന്നു വിളക്കിന്മേല്‍ വീണു പഠിക്കാന്‍ സമ്മതിക്കാത്ത...

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The Spectacle

The Spectacle

I used to peep through his spectacles from behind when he read — just to see how those letters appeared to him. I was in the sixth standard then. He used to teach me Hindi; but to be honest, that wasn’t the only thing I learned from him. It always amazed me how he...

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i tried …

i tried …

I tried it many times… and failed.Yet, somehow, I keep trying still. Each time my alarm rings at five sharp, tearing me from a dream too beautiful to leave — I tried.Each time I see an accident on the road and freeze, helpless, heart heavy — I tried.Each time she...

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