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This poetry collection is a reflection of a journey that has allowed me to reinvent myself in ways I never thought possible. It is about discovering the pain buried deep within, the kind that silently eats away at you until you finally learn to face it. It is about observing it, orbiting around it, trying to move forward, stumbling, and then trying again. It is about understanding that pain, learning from it, and slowly finding the strength to heal it. Through these poems, I process and name emotions I once ran from, giving them a language, a shape, and a purpose. This collection is proof that pain, when faced with honesty, can transform into light. This pain will lead to and I invite you to witness this journey, whose pain is coated in literary art.
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HEYY, so glad you made it to my website, I am Anouska, 21, a poet, When I am not writing, I am mostly reading fiction with a bowl of ramen by my side, pretending it counts as self-care. I currently live in Bengaluru, India. I find beauty in the sound of thunderstorms. I like spicy hot noodles, and I listen to a mix of pop and rap music. My favorite colors are pinks and reds, and sometimes forest green. Every day, I think of how I can be more sustainable, use less plastic, and live more consciously. I’m opinionated and care about the world I live in. Most of the time, I’m wandering in my imaginary world, and here and there I come back to reality to fulfill some obligations. I like to write songs from time to time and eventually leave them at just being poems, though I’ve been thinking of ways to turn them into an actual music album. I love socks, especially when they are bright and have prints on them. I obsess over keeping things clean and germ-free; yes, I use tissue paper to touch public door handles. For motivation and action, I enjoy classic sports dramas. For thrillers and mysteries, I like spy stories and crime puzzles.
You’re probably wondering where the romance genre fits in. For that, I turn to fanfiction and read as much of my favorite characters as I possibly can. Every morning, I decide whether I’m going to call my friend, text in the group chat, or pretend I don’t even exist. I feel my best after I get work done. I have a lot of nightmares, and most of them translate directly into scenes in my upcoming novel. Maybe that’s how I write, by collecting fragments of what stays with me when I wake up.













