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The Closet Writer ChroniclesYashika Doshi: Seeking HomeThe episode opens with Yashika talking about what writing means to her. She talks about how she started writing and creating her Instagram page. We chat about social media and the different media available for content creation. Yashika talks about how she decided to become an economist and shares some of her favourite writers. We later have a heart to heart on what goes one behind the scenes for us as writers. The episode ends with poetry written and narrated by Yashika.
Yashika Doshi is a writer and economist. She recently finished her Msc...
2022-10-081h 11
Confessions from a poet's heartTsuki ga kirei desu netsuki ga kirei desu ne: Japanese // "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?โ //
2022-06-2502 minConfessions from a poet's heartI hope you knowI hope you know that one day the world will be a kinder place to stay in...
2022-06-1802 minConfessions from a poet's heartBittersweet momentsHave you gone through any bittersweet moments lately?
2022-05-2802 minConfessions from a poet's heartAn odd collection of things I find beautifulWhat do you find beautiful?
2022-04-0901 minConfessions from a poet's heartNepenthethere is something about autumn leaves that calls out to me...
2022-04-0202 min2022-03-2602 minConfessions from a poet's heartSaudadebecause love likes playing hide and seek sometimes, relishing in that attention, not to be found...
2022-03-1902 minConfessions from a poet's heartQurbatAnd sometimes this longing feels more like a burden and not a test of love...
2022-03-1202 min
MillisecondsThe Economics of Love Ft. Yashika DoshiChasing stories, one coffee at a time, Yashika Doshi is a writer currently doing her Masters in Economics from Univerisity of Nottingham. The host of "Confessions from a poet's heart", a podcast on her love for poetry, an indulgence in different worlds of stories, she's a fan of quaint cafes and coffee.ย
This conversation follows a similar narrative and explores the interesting ways in which economics intersects with love, poetry, and life.ย
Confession's from a poet's heart by Yashika Doshi - https://open.spotify.com/show/0ZBCnKv2ViLhBaId8bkgoZ?si=8cb287c3103a48e5
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2022-02-2633 min
Confessions from a poet's heartThings to hold ontoIn life, which are the things you would hold onto?
2022-02-1901 minConfessions from a poet's heartTo the ones missing a close oneIt's a strange feeling, isn't it? To be smiling while being surrounded by a sea of people, and yet yearning to be next to that one particular person. Right in the middle of a meeting, or when you see a extremely relatable meme, even when you're lying awake unable to sleep, a small voice in the back of the head is always wanting to talk to them.
2022-01-2202 minConfessions from a poet's heartIf onlyIf only we could live a life full of love and free of guilt...
2022-01-1501 minConfessions from a poet's heartReminders of you lurkReminders of you are all around me, and yet I miss you the most...
2022-01-0801 minConfessions from a poet's heartUnderstoodThe day when time felt like a fictional element,
the purple-red sky seemed to have been coloured to match the mood of our mind,
you gave me something to come back to...
2022-01-0102 minConfessions from a poet's heartIn a parallel universeIn a parallel universe, what would you wish for?
2021-12-0402 minConfessions from a poet's heartShort lived distractions in the middle of gloomWhat's your favourite distraction?
2021-11-2701 minConfessions from a poet's heartHopeful and New BeginningsAll of my emotions carry a side dish of anxiety nowadays. As I'm on the brink of a new move as well, I'm more filled with nervousness than excitement. New city, new career choice and a new reality, how much time is apt enough to process all this?
2021-11-2002 minConfessions from a poet's heartSilenceThe pandemic brought with it a silence I couldn't find my way out of,
the clock hanging in the room became a remnant of a time of our lives when happiness was still around...
2021-11-1302 minConfessions from a poet's heartWhat I mean when I say that I miss youPeople say that they miss you, but what does their heart actually mean?
2021-11-0602 minConfessions from a poet's heartWhen I left my earphones at homeThese are a f๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ...
2021-10-3002 minConfessions from a poet's heartThe idea of falling in loveIt makes me wonder if maybe we are more fascinated by the idea of falling in love, rather than falling for a person. That for us, this idea is so romanticized, painted in such beautiful colors, that we feel an aching emptiness without its existence in our life, and thatโs why we continually starve for it, be it in the smallest ways possible.
2021-10-1604 minConfessions from a poet's heartChange - inside and outThere are situations, days even,
where someone tells me that Iโve changed,
in a better way, probably, in a worse;
changed from the person I was ten years back, from five months back and maybe even yesterday...
2021-10-0902 min2021-10-0202 minConfessions from a poet's heartTo the songs-on-repeatCountless nights have gone where I had only you for company. On the couch, in the dim glow of the moonlight streaming in, staring out at the ceaseless activities on the road, when I listen to you, I feel peace.
2021-09-2503 minConfessions from a poet's heartThings which remind me of youRainy days that end with the sunshine sprawling on my floor, eyelashes that fall on my wrist and my wishes on them, feeling lighter, but emptier...
2021-09-1802 minConfessions from a poet's heartKinder to meI thought I'd spare you the trouble
of being beside me on a day like that,
where my real self is probably miles away,
even she choosing to walk away for a bit.
2021-09-1102 minConfessions from a poet's heartWhat I think about when I'm writingEverything seems to be an infinite deal of everything and nothing.
2021-09-0402 minConfessions from a poet's heartOur shared realityIn the moments just before you call, I think of all the things I want to say to you and even more so, of the ones I probably won't.
2021-08-2803 minConfessions from a poet's heartThe changing definitions of happinessI know how it feels when you're feet-deep, sitting at the edge of the ocean, but it's empty inside you.
2021-08-2102 minConfessions from a poet's heartYou are the skyThere has to be something special about a person with whom you had witnessed all possible seasons together, right?
2021-08-1403 minConfessions from a poet's heartIf I could be anything else for a dayIf I could be anything else for a day, I'd like to be the sun which lights up someone else's sky.
2021-08-0702 minConfessions from a poet's heartReason for my (in)sanityWith some, we laugh.
With some, we forget time.
But I think with some, we find those pieces of ourselves we didn't even know we'd lost.
2021-07-3102 minConfessions from a poet's heartAn Open DoorThe confines of my mind are playing tricks on me once again; they confuse memories with mistakes, just because those words start with the same letter.
2021-07-2402 minConfessions from a poet's heartOn a Quiet MorningThis story is not about asking for happiness,
it's about just a little less pain. This story is not about being tired of making efforts,
this story is about the world righting itself.
2021-07-1702 minConfessions from a poet's heartI am slowly learningI am slowly learning that I am terrible at finding the right words to describe moments.
2021-07-1002 minConfessions from a poet's heartIf there is a tomorrow for usIt's an ironic experience,
this getting distracted by you,
this getting distracted by the idea of you,
this idea that there exists a tomorrow for us.
2021-07-0302 minConfessions from a poet's heartOnce in a whileOnce in a while, in the middle of life, I try to forget the expectations and responsibilities. Tonight, I walk under the stars, I fall for the moon again and set out to carve the road lying ahead myself, because it is okay. It is okay to get lost while searching for myself.
2021-06-2603 minConfessions from a poet's heartSometimesSometimes you ask me how I'm doing, and I cannot bring myself to tell you that I'm losing sleep, that I'm falling head first into a mess of uncertainties, so I tell you that I'm not scared of the dark.
2021-06-1902 minConfessions from a poet's heartSilent cafรฉs and usThe air around us is full of thoughts to acknowledge and things to say, all the permutations and combinations of words just waiting to be said out loud. But to explain how we are better when not together, will our silence suffice?
2021-06-1203 minConfessions from a poet's heartSurvival is a taskWhen someone asks you what difference did you make, tell them that you managed to live and smile on those days when even survival was a task.
2021-06-0503 minConfessions from a poet's heartBeginningshow can there be an end when, there are yet so many beautiful beginnings to be a part of?
2021-05-2902 minConfessions from a poet's heartConvenientHow convenient it is that you try to hold onto the belongings of the person in the name of love when you couldn't hold onto the person themselves.
2021-05-2202 min2021-05-1502 minConfessions from a poet's heartSillageSillage: French // the scent that lingers in air, the impression made in space after someone has gone, the trace of someone's perfume. //
2021-05-0802 minConfessions from a poet's heartDear Old SoulThis one's a dedication to all the old souls out there, trapped in a 20-something-year-old's body. You exist as one among few :)
2021-05-0103 minConfessions from a poet's heartIn search of my utopiaI spent all seven days of the week searching for my utopia in various places in and around me. Tune in to find out where, at last, it was.
2021-04-2404 minConfessions from a poet's heartIf I couldWhat would you do if you could do anything? Would that give you access to power or bind you in a spiral of self-questioning?
2021-04-1702 minConfessions from a poet's heartwhat we think about when we talk about loveEndless adjectives, metaphors, colors and expressions have been used when we talk about someone we love, but what comes to mind when someone asks us to describe the way we love ourselves?
2021-04-1103 min
Confessions from a poet's heartIf Rains Were A PersonLove, such a weirdly beautiful feeling, right? It changes all your definitions of happiness and takes all you have to offer. But that last sunset is a witness, that togetherness can be everything, but never enough. But in this process, love lives, and when I say it lives, I don't mean it as the opposite of leaving. Tune in, to know why!
2021-04-1104 min