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Autistic(she/they) ~Bangalore,India ~
Maker of beautiful things 🧶
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I came to know that Virginia Woolf was a knitter only today!I love when my present passion meet my past passions.Knitting this Leaflette scarf kept me alive last year when everything seemed to be sucking the life out of me and I cannot agree more with Woolf on this and everything else 🧶 #knitsky
A handknitted green lace scarf with leaf motifs and below is a quote "Knitting is the saving of life" by Virginia Woolf
November 29, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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Only so, by division, will hope increase,

like a clump of irises, which will cease to flower

unless you distribute

the clustered roots, unlikely source-

clumsy and earth-covered-

of grace. - Denise Levertov
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
"For the New Year, 1981" DENISE LEVERTOV I have a small grain of hope-one small crystal that gleams clear colors out of transparency. I need more. I break off a fragment to send you. Please take this grain of a grain of hope so that mine won't shrink. Please share your fragment so that yours will grow. Only so, by division, will hope increase, like a clump of irises, which will cease to flower unless you distribute the clustered roots, unlikely source- clumsy and earth-covered- of grace.
November 29, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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🧶 This is my most FAVOURITE hat I ever knitted. If I was not a bedbound person, I would never sell this because it is sooo good. I am pretty sure that you won't get it anywhere else. I have only made one and that is available for 45$.
#bsnm #shoplocal #smallbusiness

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A handknitted hat in a bright purple colour with concentric purl ridges A model wearing a handknitted purple hat with concentric purl ridges
November 28, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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🧶🧦 Purr-fect socks is not turning out to be that perfect!! 😭 This is the second attempt and hoping third time is the charm 😂
#knitsky
A wip socks with neon green as main colour and cuff in pink with cat faces in different colours A wip socks inside out with a lot of ends on one foot
November 28, 2025 at 10:24 AM
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A person protests to fate:

"The things you have caused
me most to want
are those that furthest elude me."

Fate nods.

Fate is sympathetic.
To tie the shoes, button a shirt,
are triumphs
for only the very young,
the very old. - Jane Hirshfield
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
A Person Protests to Fate Jane Hirshfield, 1953 A person protests to fate: "The things you have caused me most to want are those that furthest elude me." Fate nods. Fate is sympathetic. To tie the shoes, button a shirt, are triumphs for only the very young, the very old. During the long middle: conjugating a rivet mastering tango training the cat to stay off the table preserving a single moment longer than this one continuing to wake whatever has happened the day before and the penmanships love practices inside the body.
November 28, 2025 at 9:05 AM
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Your heart has grown heavy with loss;
And though this loss has wounded others too,
No one knows what has been taken from you

When the silence of absence deepens.

Flickers of guilt kindle regret
For all that was left unsaid or undone.
- John O'Donohue
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
For Grief When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; And some dead echo drags your voice down Where words have no confidence Your heart has grown heavy with loss; And though this loss has wounded others too, No one knows what has been taken from you When the silence of absence deepens. Flickers of guilt kindle regret For all that was left unsaid or undone. There are days when you wake up happy; Again inside the fullness of life, Until the moment breaks And you are thrown back Onto the black tide of loss. Days when you have your heart back, You are able to function well Until in the middle of work or encounter, Suddenly with no warning, You are ambushed by grief. It becomes hard to trust yourself. All you can depend on now is that Sorrow will remain faithful to itself. More than you, it knows its way And will find the right time To pull and pull the rope of grief Until that coiled hill of tears Has reduced to its last drop. Gradually, you will learn acquaintance With the invisible form of your departed; And when the work of grief is done, The wound of loss will heal And you will have learned To wean your eyes From that gap in the air And be able to enter the hearth In your soul where your loved one Has awaited your return All the time. John O'Donohue
November 27, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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🧶 This one scarf is available in my KoFi shop for 85$ . Please let it reach some kind people so that they can buy. 🥰🌺

#bsnm #nightmarket

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A handknitted scarf with Celtic cables in a golden colour
November 26, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Snow would be the easy
way out that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed to yield.
No dice. We stack twigs for burning in glistening patches
but the rain won't give.

So we wait, breeding mood, making music of decline.
- November for Beginners by Rita Dove
#Poetry 💙📚👀
November for Beginners BY RITA DOVE Snow would be the easy way out that softening sky like a sigh of relief at finally being allowed to yield. No dice. We stack twigs for burning in glistening patches but the rain won't give. So we wait, breeding mood, making music of decline. We sit down in the smell of the past and rise in a light that is already leaving. We ache in secret, memorizing a gloomy line or two of German. When spring comes we promise to act the fool. Pour, rain! Sail, wind, with your cargo of zithers! November 1981
November 26, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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🧶🧦 18 of 2025 - This has been fun and I am all amped up to try this with three colours 😎
#knitsky
A pair of handknitted socks with light and dark green stripes
November 25, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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My most faithful body, you are not in the best of shape, far from the glitter of the river in which you once swam.
But I want good tears when I stand on the street
and, from the sky, drifts down the finest mist on my face. Not everything is given and it should not permit sadness.
#Poetry 💙📚👀
Untitled Jason Shinder If there is no cure, I still want to correct a few things and think mostly of people, and have them all alive. I want a door opening in me that I can enter and feel the clarity of evening and the stars beginning. One after another, I want my mistakes returning and to approach them on a beach like a man for whom there is no division between one way or another. My most faithful body, you are not in the best of shape, far from the glitter of the river in which you once swam. But I want good tears when I stand on the street and, from the sky, drifts down the finest mist on my face. Not everything is given and it should not permit sadness. Let me Let me keep on describing things to be sure they happened.
November 25, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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I give you an emptiness,
I give you a plenitude,
unwrap them carefully.
-one's as fragile as the other-
and when you thank me
I'll pretend not to notice the doubt in your voice
when you say they're just what you wanted.
Put them on the table by your bed.
- Norman McCaig
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
PRESENTS I give you an emptiness, I give you a plenitude, unwrap them carefully. -one's as fragile as the other-and when you thank me I'll pretend not to notice the doubt in your voice when you say they're just what you wanted. Put them on the table by your bed. When you wake in the morning they'll have gone through the door of sleep into your head. Wherever you go they'll go with you and wherever you are you'll wonder, smiling about the fullness you can't add to and the emptiness that you can fill.
November 24, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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I love many people
who don't love me.

I don't actually know
if that is true.

This is love.

It is a mass of ice
melting. I can't hold
it and I have nowhere
to put it down.
- Molly Brodak
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
Molly Brodak by Molly Brodak I am a good man. The amount of fear I am ok with is insane. I love many people who don't love me. I don't actually know if that is true. This is love. It is a mass of ice melting. I can't hold it and I have nowhere to put it down.
November 23, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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you are taking parts of us into places never planned
you are going far away with pieces of our lives

it will be short, it will take all your breath
it will not be simple, it will become your will - Adrienne Rich
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
FINAL NOTATIONS ADRIENNE RICH it will not be simple, it will not be long it will take little time, it will take all your thought it will take all your heart, it will take all your breath it will be short, it will not be simple it will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart it will not be long, it will occupy your thought as a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied it will take all your flesh, it will not be simple You are coming into us who cannot withstand you you are coming into us who never wanted to withstand you you are taking parts of us into places never planned you are going far away with pieces of our lives it will be short, it will take all your breath it will not be simple, it will become your will
November 22, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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If you find yourself half naked
and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing,
again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says
you are the air of the now and gone, that says
all you love will turn to dust,
and will meet you there, do not
raise your fist.
...
- Ross Gay
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
Thank You by Ross Gay If you find yourself half naked and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing, again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says you are the air of the now and gone, that says all you love will turn to dust, and will meet you there, do not raise your fist. Do not raise your small voice against it. And do not take cover. Instead, curl your toes into the grass, watch the cloud ascending from your lips. Walk through the garden's dormant splendor. Say only, thank you. Thank you.
November 21, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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🧶 #crochetsky Part of an order! I really don't get much motivation to crochet these days because of 🧦
So had to push myself to finish this. 😬
People in India, it is available in my store(1000₹)
#bsnm #nightmarket
Four pieces of crocheted Sunflowers and on one a cup of tea Four pieces of crocheted Sunflowers
November 20, 2025 at 10:46 AM
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Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon And turn it in my fingers,
.
.
To-day I can only gather it
And put it into my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.
- AMY LOWELL
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
September, 1918 BY AMY LOWELL This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; open windows. The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, Under a tree in the park, Two little boys, lying flat on their faces, Were carefully gathering red berries To put in a pasteboard box. Some day there will be no war, Then I shall take out this afternoon And turn it in my fingers, And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate, And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves. To-day I can only gather it And put it into my lunch-box, For I have time for nothing But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.
November 20, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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🧶🧦 17 of 2025 - Forever Autumn @stoneknits.bsky.social
The gradient was too light in some places, but I cannot not love my socks!! 😁
#knitsky
A pair of handknitted socks with off white as main colour and the autumn leaves motif in a gradient of orange
November 19, 2025 at 11:18 AM
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I believe it is important to let our imperfections be.

They are precious,
for they help us understand
those who see us with the heart.
- Frida Kahlo
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
In the end, I believe there is nothing we must do to be loved. We spend our lives trying to look more beautiful, more intelligent. But I've understood two things: Those who love us see us with their hearts and give us qualities beyond the ones we truly have. And those who refuse to love us will never be satisfied with all our efforts. Yes, truly. I believe it is important to let our imperfections be. They are precious, for they help us understand those who see us with the heart. Frida Kahlo Classicists
November 19, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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There is somehow a pleasure in the loss. In the yearning. The pain going this way and that. Never again. Never bodied again. Again the never. Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving.

A humming beauty in the silence.

The having been. Having had. - Jack Gilbert
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
"After Love" Jack Gilbert He is watching the music with his eyes closed. Hearing the piano like a man moving through the woods thinking by feeling. The orchestra up in the trees, the heart below, step by step. The music hurrying sometimes, but always returning to quiet, like the man remembering and hoping. It is a thing in us, mostly unnoticed. There is somehow a pleasure in the loss. In the yearning. The pain going this way and that. Never again. Never bodied again. Again the never. Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving. A humming beauty in the silence. The having been. Having had. And the man knowing all of him will come to the end.
November 18, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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I could use some money and you could have some handmade warmth. Check out my store in ko- fi ?
All these hats are for 30$
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For those in India,
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A cabled hat in beige against a white background An all over cabled hat in red A simple cabled hat in maroon A simple swirling textured hat in pink
November 17, 2025 at 12:32 PM
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Nothing to fear in the mountain, my child.

Nothing to fear in the shadows around us.

Nothing to fear from the junipers that hurry after us.

It's just the night, nothing to fear.

Your small hand in my hand.

That's how it is at night, child.
-Harry Martinson
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
PERSUASION Nothing to fear in the mountain, my child. Nothing to fear in the shadows around us. Nothing to fear from the junipers that hurry after us. It's just the night, nothing to fear. Your small hand in my hand. That's how it is at night, child. Harry Martinson Reference: The Procession of Memories. Selected Poems 1929-1945. A New Bilingual Edition, Translated by Lars Nordström, Wordcraft of Oregon, LLC, 2009.
November 17, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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🧦🧶 I hardly knit stockinette only designs, but helical knitting is super addictive. Mind is blown 🤯
#knitsky
Wip socks with two colour stripes in green and light green on my foot
November 16, 2025 at 11:37 AM
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How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
- BY LISEL MUELLER
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
In Passing BY LISEL MUELLER How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break into blossom as if what exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious
November 16, 2025 at 9:07 AM
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I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do. - Naomi Shihab Nye
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
Famous BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.
November 15, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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🧶 Crocheted a scarf after a long time as per a request. Love the pure merino and the horizontal waves. #crochetsky
A Crocheted scarf with pink and blue horizontal stripes
November 14, 2025 at 10:53 AM