Indu Pillai
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Book lover. Storyteller. Writer. In that order.
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Indu Pillai
@indupillai01.bsky.social
· Oct 2
Art is the abuse of the sleepless hurled upon the well -rested mainstream.
In a sentence, pack just enough words to help a river burst through.
November 13, 2025 at 12:33 PM
In a sentence, pack just enough words to help a river burst through.
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If I have to step on people to get ahead, I’m not going anywhere.
October 16, 2025 at 2:54 PM
If I have to step on people to get ahead, I’m not going anywhere.
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I don’t always like the music in the noise though
November 10, 2025 at 11:06 PM
I don’t always like the music in the noise though
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Our technology will laugh at us one day, the pet apes who thought they could rule the universe.
October 2, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Our technology will laugh at us one day, the pet apes who thought they could rule the universe.
In the private room at the back of the heart, quiet communion is in progress. I may appear asleep.
November 12, 2025 at 1:38 PM
In the private room at the back of the heart, quiet communion is in progress. I may appear asleep.
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hey,maybe we should just make a list of WHO HASN’T experienced childhood trauma
October 26, 2025 at 10:39 PM
hey,maybe we should just make a list of WHO HASN’T experienced childhood trauma
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I’m not trapped here, I made this prison.
October 25, 2025 at 4:01 AM
I’m not trapped here, I made this prison.
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Part of the psychological experiment named “holiday season.”
November 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Part of the psychological experiment named “holiday season.”
The new settles to a white hum, and once again, the old tightens its hold.
October 29, 2025 at 4:51 AM
The new settles to a white hum, and once again, the old tightens its hold.
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Her words were so cold I didn’t hear them until the spring thaw.
October 20, 2025 at 2:27 PM
Her words were so cold I didn’t hear them until the spring thaw.
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Crawling towards delight.
October 27, 2025 at 12:11 PM
Crawling towards delight.
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I get my steps in by going back to get what I forgot and forgetting what I forgot again.
October 7, 2025 at 1:23 AM
I get my steps in by going back to get what I forgot and forgetting what I forgot again.
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The joy of the tastes and look of your favorite diner. The agony of the sounds of metal clanking, glasses clinking, voice echoing, and sounds abounding, if you are seated in the wrong spot.
October 26, 2025 at 4:51 PM
The joy of the tastes and look of your favorite diner. The agony of the sounds of metal clanking, glasses clinking, voice echoing, and sounds abounding, if you are seated in the wrong spot.
Slowly, gently, lower my heart into a mathematical equation. I long to see both sides balanced.
October 27, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Slowly, gently, lower my heart into a mathematical equation. I long to see both sides balanced.
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Another day breaks, let’s see if I can put it back together.
October 22, 2025 at 11:52 AM
Another day breaks, let’s see if I can put it back together.
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the rhythm needs to get over here and get me
October 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM
the rhythm needs to get over here and get me
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I know it's shocking when you figure out I am Buddha.
Just wait until you finally figure out that you are too.
Just wait until you finally figure out that you are too.
October 25, 2025 at 3:07 PM
I know it's shocking when you figure out I am Buddha.
Just wait until you finally figure out that you are too.
Just wait until you finally figure out that you are too.
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what kind of music do I like? the kind that holds me accountable
October 27, 2025 at 3:13 AM
what kind of music do I like? the kind that holds me accountable
Gather the sky around, thicker and tighter to squeeze out the earth’s ache. A new flower could emerge.
October 26, 2025 at 2:54 PM
Gather the sky around, thicker and tighter to squeeze out the earth’s ache. A new flower could emerge.
Call it life. Call it love. Call it an error of judgement. Call it a day.
October 1, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Call it life. Call it love. Call it an error of judgement. Call it a day.
Happy times are yellowing before time. Is it autumn yet?
September 16, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Happy times are yellowing before time. Is it autumn yet?
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Sitting between hope and despair. Both speak quietly. Neither is listening to the other. I can help with that.
September 12, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Sitting between hope and despair. Both speak quietly. Neither is listening to the other. I can help with that.
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Parents will always tell you some cousin of a distant acquaintance died, just to remind you that happiness is fleeting.
September 15, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Parents will always tell you some cousin of a distant acquaintance died, just to remind you that happiness is fleeting.
Somehow the overtures of impulse land you at the coda of wisdom.
September 15, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Somehow the overtures of impulse land you at the coda of wisdom.
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Fuck you. I'm hilarious,babycheeks.
When I'm not saddened by every fucking thing..
When I'm not saddened by every fucking thing..
September 14, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Fuck you. I'm hilarious,babycheeks.
When I'm not saddened by every fucking thing..
When I'm not saddened by every fucking thing..