Rahul Sanaodwala

Joined January 2024

129 stories

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Hi, I’m the Founder of the StriWears.com, Poet and a Passionate Writer with a Love for Learning and Sharing Knowledge across a Variety of Topics.

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The Windowpane of Forgotten Rain
It drips again— that soft patter on the old windowpane that once watched me grow, facing out to fields that swallowed my secrets whole.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
Broken Strings of an Old Guitar
In the corner of my childhood room, an old guitar leans like a secret— dust-kissed, spine-cracked, its once golden strings now rusted veins
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
Footsteps in the Snow I Left
They said the snow would cover everything, but it never buried the ache. Each step I took left behind more than a print— a ghost of who I used to be,
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
The Scent of My Mother’s Kitchen
I still remember the scent— cardamom warming the air like a whispered lullaby, cumin crackling in oil, stories rising with the steam.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
A Sky Full of Borrowed Stars
I never had stars of my own— just echoes borrowed from distant skies. Wishes I made on someone else’s constellations, prayers whispered into another’s twilight.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
Hands That Never Learned to Hold. Content Warning.
He built shelves that never held books, fixed hinges that creaked but never opened. His hands— calloused, steady, never reached for mine.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
The Apology I Practiced in My Head. Content Warning.
I practiced it in the mirror, as if glass could absorb guilt and spit back forgiveness. Every word weighed like a stone,
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
The Moon Didn’t Show Up That Night. Content Warning.
The moon didn’t show up that night. No silver halo carved the dark, no quiet glow to soften sorrow’s sharp edges. Just sky—
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
A Song the Stars Forgot to Sing. Content Warning.
There’s a hush between constellations where music once was meant to bloom— a cradle of notes left unsung, folded quietly into the velvet dark.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
The Closet Where My Childhood Hid. Content Warning.
I opened the door I hadn’t touched in years, its hinges sighed like old bones in winter. The air was thick with dust and stories
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
Waves That Kiss the Shore Goodbye
The sea doesn’t shout when it says farewell. It whispers, soft and slow, as waves curl around the ankles of a shoreline already letting go.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped at Dawn
The clock in the hallway stopped ticking at dawn— 4:47 a.m., the same minute your breath faded into the folds of morning light.
By Rahul Sanaodwala8 months ago in Poets

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The Windowpane of Forgotten Rain

Broken Strings of an Old Guitar

Footsteps in the Snow I Left

The Scent of My Mother’s Kitchen

A Sky Full of Borrowed Stars

Hands That Never Learned to Hold. Content Warning.

The Apology I Practiced in My Head. Content Warning.

The Moon Didn’t Show Up That Night. Content Warning.

A Song the Stars Forgot to Sing. Content Warning.

The Closet Where My Childhood Hid. Content Warning.

Waves That Kiss the Shore Goodbye

The Clock That Stopped at Dawn

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