Gayathri Angou

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Gayathri Angou is just your everyday engineering student who also happens to love writing (but hates WR100.) Everything from the Cosmic Microwave Background to Artichoke Dip lies in the realm of conversational possibilities. Aromatic coffee, goose-bump inducing music and great reads make her life complete.

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Gray Skies, Gray Souls

Gray Skies, Gray Souls

| January 31, 2017 | 0 Comments

Winter can be exciting for some. But to me when the sun is gone and the days are short, my heart loses its spark.

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How Do You Know?

How Do You Know?

| November 5, 2016 | 0 Comments

I am constantly bombarded with big Feelings/But rarely the drive to see them through.

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Dear Travel Buddy

Dear Travel Buddy

| October 31, 2016 | 0 Comments

From the marvel of adventure/To the warmth of home.

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Silent Lives of the Urban South Asian Girl

Silent Lives of the Urban South Asian Girl

| October 28, 2016 | 0 Comments

Torn between her version of true happiness—which comes with family disapproval—and the mundane lifestyle that they would approve of yet would pain her gravely, the Urban South Asian Girl continues to live silently.

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State of Being – The Quiet

State of Being – The Quiet

| October 19, 2016 | 1 Comment

Calmness and Chaos exist in synchrony

When you are with me.

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My Post-Failure Grieving Period

My Post-Failure Grieving Period

| August 29, 2016 | 0 Comments

My instinctive reaction to failure is always a feeling of inadequacy.

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I Talk To Myself

I Talk To Myself

| April 22, 2016 | 0 Comments

Everything from business ideas to random existential musings; I consult my alter egos and run it by them step by step.

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My Favorite Lyft Driver, Karen

My Favorite Lyft Driver, Karen

| April 8, 2016 | 0 Comments

I adore her free spirit and kind heart.

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Painting A Picture Of Home

Painting A Picture Of Home

| March 24, 2016 | 0 Comments

My mind is an empty canvas and music is my paintbrush

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