Über Insha Hamid Mattoo
Poems, heartfelt quotes, novels,and short stories.
Hello, I’m Dr. Insha Hamid Mattoo—a passionate and talented poet and writer who finds joy in weaving emotions into words. Despite facing the challenges of limited mobility, I pour my heart and creativity into my work, crafting stories and verses that inspire, heal, and connect with readersf around the world. Why Your Support Matters? Writing is my sanctuary, but it also requires resources and time to bring my creative visions to life. Your support will help me: Continue creating heartfelt poetry and compelling stories. Cover costs for tools, publishing, and enhancing my craft. Stay motivated and connected with a community that values my art. By buying me a coffee, you’re not just fueling my creativity—you’re helping me share my voice and dreams with the world. Thank you for being part of this journey!
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Mr. Whoops-a-Daisy was there for them all, at every small crisis, each text and each call. He ran when they needed him, answered at night, and said, “I'm quite fine!” when he clearly was not. He'd slip on the floor, then get up with a grin: “Never mind me! Did you have your dinner?” He'd cough through a meeting, with feverish eyes, then rush off to meet someone, keeping his ties. His phone...
Mr. Whoops-a-Daisy
Sep 13, 2026
17 Aufrufe
On Sunday morning, I decided to declutter. I stood in the doorway and looked at my room. My room looked back. Something had to be done. I picked up an old shirt. “Tattered,” I said. Into the bin. I paused. “Sentimental.” Out of the bin. I held it against my chest. “I wore this when I was fifteen.” I was twenty-one. I put it on the chair. The chair collapsed. I blamed the chair. Next, I...
The Day I Decided to Declutter
Aug 25, 2026
43 Aufrufe
Dear summer, You are so beautiful that in your embrace, I forget who I am. You come like first love, soft, sudden, almost divine. The world feels gentler with you. The mornings glow. The evenings turn gold. The air carries jasmine, rain, warm earth, and flowers. You are like a newborn baby, soft cheeks, tiny hands, delicate fingers, that sweet, tender warmth that makes you afraid to touch anything...
Dear Summer, my beautiful Summer
Aug 15, 2026
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