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About Me

Pooja Khetani is a known writer/poet in her little community of humans. She decided to take a leap of faith outside her bubble and started her blog on April 7th, which also happens to be her sister's birthday.

Pooja started her blog, Letterstomysister, to honor the memory of her late sister, Prachi Khetani - who was not only her sibling, partner in crime but also her best friend, confidante and an ardent supporter of her writing.

Pooja shares her words and thoughts in various forms that range from poetry, short quotes on white boards, long thought pieces, photograph inspired poems and whatever stimulates her creative juices.

When not writing, Pooja can be found walking around New York City, randomly stopping to save moments in her pictures. She loves to dance, hike, and spend time with her family.



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You go through certain moments in your life and almost instantly know that something…somewhere inside of you is never going to be the same. The mind registers it…and so does your body…and it rattles your entire being… It changes something so inherent in you that it defies your own definition of you… and you are not the same… You feel your own absence…but somehow you also know that you are not incomplete… You are furthest from who you were…but kind of exactly right where you need to be… You don’t see all the things happening as instantly, but you can sense the disintegration…the discoloration…the diffusion of yourself… You can see those newly built parts of you…while still sensing the parts that have been torn away… You don’t understand it…but here you are…all pieced together… That inexplicable feeling…that you feel…the same one that leaves you speechless but brings voice to the silent chaos in your mind…the same one that causes you to stumble but makes you step rig
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The Bouquet

They shivered a little more, As they saw her leaving. The subtle droop unnoticed, As the colors faded away. They waited for her, On that doorstep. Weary and drenched, Drowned in dismay. They were his words, She couldn't hear. They were her silence, He didn't understand. Language of withered flowers, A bouquet of lost dreams.
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Unapologetic

She refused to carry the weight, Of their expectation. You could see it in her eyes, She thrived, Owed no one any explanation. Her smiles were fearless, Uncaged, Like the birds in the free sky. Rebellious wings, Her own rules, She was always flying high. Wildly outspoken, They loved her heart. That had nothing to hide. Untamed, Unfettered, Her life, She lived with a spirited pride. Her strength, Came from within, She left a mark on their mind. Unapologetic, fiercely real. She was, and still is, The one and only, of her kind. ~ Dedicated to my little sister. My one and only. My one of a kind ~
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