<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Echo of Ink]]></title><description><![CDATA[Where words waltz with visuals]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2026 08:31:52 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Secret]]></title><description><![CDATA[You blew in through the windows of my heartbeats, and nestled your way into the warm crevices of my mind. Silently watching as people came in and out, as experiences lingered and knowledge grew. You smiled at the rare pops of arrogance, fully aware that you had only to knock for me to float back down from the pedestal I thought I rode. So silent is your confidence in keeping me grounded that it’s truly no wonder I call you my best kept secret.                                                  ...]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/secret-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69725030affc20191ac13a0c</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:29:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_3a67253e30a44ff7b4b41cfa2cb062b0~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Muse]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s said that an artist’s soul lies in the hands of the muses her mind sows. Perhaps that’s where  I left mine behind… …lodged in the ridges of your palms.                                                                ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_muse-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69724f373d03a3cc82dfc238</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:28:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_7576353c572b45069e1a8a2a48d2f050~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Star]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Why do your eyes still swim with the drowning promises of your people past?”  they exclaim, almost as if I’m to blame for the battering fingers lingering in the crevices of my heart. How am I to let them know that the only grace I can gift my forgiveness is the sanctity of memory… just like a star that shines past its hour.                                                      ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_star-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69724e4216ee2e0564564b70</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:23:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_87a17ab803224680b16583f6288d76dc~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Monsoon]]></title><description><![CDATA[The bittersweet melancholy of a natural disaster lies in a kind of helplessness that leaves you smiling in awe at the beauty it creates within the chaos. So it’s no wonder I stood by and saw everything I could love within the monsoon raging in your eyes.                                                                    ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/monsoon</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69724d5116ee2e05645648e0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:19:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_2c4bf7ce97f64377b9920b12449ac56a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fight]]></title><description><![CDATA[When you live your whole life fighting people who are trying to change you, you never quite know how to stop yourself from recoiling from the ones who don’t.                                                                                        ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/fight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69724c09affc20191ac12e68</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:16:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_1e374d82ed6b4cd1ba0b3e8cdb256c6c~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Soul]]></title><description><![CDATA[I always dreamed of the day we’d find our way back into each other, and I could look at you, in the windows to your soul -the one I was never quite able to make my own- only to tell you that I found myself in the steps I took away from you. But I’m stranded here between yesterday and tomorrow, wondering how to make today a little more happy and filled with a lot less sorrow.                                                                           ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_soul</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69724adf16ee2e056456415f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 16:08:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_86a2361272b34bfa8ce7c4b8f1819f92~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Big]]></title><description><![CDATA[For all the times I was trying to get it right,  trying to make a name in this big bad world, it’d gotten it all wrong.  Because looking back,  I realize that perhaps, all I’m trying to do is make memories.                                                                         ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/__big</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d694a0c62ff0f3c21aac</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:53:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_89dfd2ac0d804fd9a6894b6ebc065325~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Up]]></title><description><![CDATA[“How are you?”  they ask, unaware at my inability to let them know with unbridled passion  that the highest hour of my day is the setting sun- when silent screams of disinterest merge into days that feel like the weight of disappointment tipped the scale. “How are you?” Able enough to say “I’m fine” , each syllable heavily riddled with an undertone of uncertainty. Aware that the nuance of my fatigue always has a lingering sense of privilege, of the knowledge at how easy life should be and the...]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/___up</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d4af3e0b6d86d7c0aedf</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:49:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_461e1a071cc24373aa38aecc79e5b196~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poisonous]]></title><description><![CDATA[Honey-coated venom, rolled off your lips and onto my shoulders, bearing down with the weight only sweet nothings can carry.                                                                      ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/poisonous</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d36961068570a94e1495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:37:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_3b30dac58b3448758771081a265fd2a5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Listened]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was a time when the voice in my head tried to tell me to lay the foundation, strong and firm, for how the world  would treat me.   That each decision I make impacts their will to use,  abuse and kill the olive branches I seem to sprout every other  day.  But I went in still, heart on my sleeve, allowing myself to be run into the very foundation I left shaky.  Left alone only with the lingering whisper of the voice in my head that tried to tell me to lay the foundation - strong and...]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/listened</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d28361068570a94e11b6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:35:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_a3cf38d02be349ec9ca1fb9db519c5f0~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cloud]]></title><description><![CDATA[In those rare eruptions of joy,  where reason plays no role for the smile blooming across my face, the lack of inhibitions spread ear to ear, I look up at the sky that’s unmarred by the hands of civilization with clouds rolling like the soft promises of a first love, realizing the irony that's lingering behind this moment  is a fear of happiness.                                                           ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/cloud</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d1e557bf74af131aa015</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:31:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_cff0bdc43af04883a418bc2246bed0ca~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Drizzle]]></title><description><![CDATA[When all that’s left behind are my lipstick-stained cigarettes and whiskey drizzled words, I flick my inhibitions  over the weight on my shoulders, nonchalantly preparing myself for the constant linger of chaos.                                                              ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/drizzle</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d0d46582220b65f4d412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:27:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_7ee9c86d0d7549128e000e90cd6aaf59~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hips]]></title><description><![CDATA[Woman on my hips, mystery on my lips.                                         ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_hips</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971d06461068570a94e0b4b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:24:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_dcf35ec9677a47daa318ab2eb9e5d5d0~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Miss]]></title><description><![CDATA[Under silent touches And the lingering scent  of a might-miss chance,  we wait for a move  to make what some call magic.                                                    ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_miss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971cedd3e0b6d86d7c09d5b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:22:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_8564f47ce4244115a17d15d917f53762~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Intoxication]]></title><description><![CDATA[And when all of the world is lost and swaying within the noise of every decision they’re trying to forget, I weave my way through the crowd,  drowning in the realisation that sometimes there’s no intoxication sweeter than the roar of silence.                                                              ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/intoxication</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971ce3d6582220b65f4cc5e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:16:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_3382d9cc2f4a4f77a6987e2891d8c525~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Avoid]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was always warned about life’s wrong decisions. You  know, the ones you have no control over; the ones some call destiny. But I’ve always wondered what to do about those that were a choice. The ones that I could have stopped, but refused to avoid.                                                                 ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/avoid</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971cd356582220b65f4c99d</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:13:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_6cc7ca2db51f48878c17b054e8ff512d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Home]]></title><description><![CDATA[When did the people I once saw as home start looking like dead ends?                                                                ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_home</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971ccdd6582220b65f4c8b7</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:09:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_6cd6bb5a37ba48ad95b0d00e487b2e3f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hush]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hush. When you’re just  a little too much, when you’re so loud, you shine above the rush. They say, “Hush”. Hush. For when your gaze is a little too straight, for when your gait is a little too brave, they whisper, “Hush”. Hush. For when your laugh is all that they can hear, they turn around and exclaim through gritted teeth in your ear, “Hush!” Hush. Hush. Hush… …Crush. Crush them for all the times they found comfort in your silence.  Crush, each scar leftover by the words of people who...]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/_hush</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971cc1757bf74af131a8f73</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:07:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_f46b4a1154e64b33a895d28b978743e8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Crybaby]]></title><description><![CDATA[All our lives we’ve been told to hold back our tears, whispered to under jagged breaths, “Shoo! Don’t let them see your fears.” Mocked on the playground for the tears shed, for a scrape on the knee- - “Look, she’s crying! Look at her tears. Crybaby!” Now a woman, I gaze in the mirror at my wet eyes, loving myself enough to tell me the same thing, this time with with a little less care and a lot more love, “Look, look at your tears. It ’s okay. It ’s fine.  Go on. Cry, baby."                 ...]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/crybaby</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971cad86582220b65f4c343</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 07:04:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_f9645114259948a1a0bbd92dbf748a9d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wedge]]></title><description><![CDATA[Head down, shoulders straight, I marched to the beat of the drum I thought I made.  Chin up, eyes wide open, I barreled down the path I thought was less trodden.  Hard stop, pull up, I seem to have hit a roadblock. Because all the time I spent thinking I was on the right track, I’d wedged myself between expectations and no way back.                                                             ~N.V.]]></description><link>https://noopurv.wixsite.com/theechoofink/post/wedge</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6971c9ad57bf74af131a8873</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2026 06:59:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fe138c_603b2ca6aaea426ba5f863e2254ac070~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_945,h_945,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Noopur Vasuraj</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>