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The Mind Files

A visual archive of thoughts, aesthetics, and curiosity.

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A Neglected Adult Daughter

Riya Gupta

Her eyes narrowed as a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You don't need to sleep on bed, do you? You are already used to sleeping on floor," she gloated. The daughter cowered into a corner, tak…

Future Memory

Riya Gupta

I had a sudden flash of future memory last evening. My partner lay on a hospital bed, old, wrinkled, and as handsome as ever. I sat by him, weeping alone on the chair in the empty faded green room. "We promised we wou…

जब धर्म को नाम चाहिए

Riya Gupta

Note for readers: This piece contains Hindi and Sanskrit expressions. English translations are provided at the end to preserve the original rhythm and emotional weight. “परंतु आपके नाम का जाप करने वाले भक्त अंधे कैसे हो स…

I Called to the Universe

Riya Gupta

That day, I called the universe. "Why do you keep pushing these empty hopes on me?" A letter fell from my book. "Why do you keep making me dream?" A gust of wind gently opened a page on Rowling. "Why…

Love, Truth and Death

Riya Gupta

“I am inflicted with the disease of Truth.” Liz tossed and turned no longer. The deathly pale girl of 20 stared pointedly at the ceiling, like a ghost waking up from a dream. “I know I am alone and my life is fragile and …

A Walk with Myself

Riya Gupta

The younger Riya has everything I want. A beautiful body, a passionate mind, and a clear heart. I have everything the younger Riya wants. The freedom to live her life as she wants, the ability to hold her own without askin…