<?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[Megha Sanjay]]></title><description><![CDATA[Artistry in Motion: Where Dance Meets Business]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 05:39:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Writer's Block]]></title><description><![CDATA[A reflection on creative paralysis and the longing to dive back into the ocean of imagination.]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/writer-s-block</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e49fac2849e99ade0f60d4</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 05:06:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/31018c1b66064c938f2a1e6dd1635ccb.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Loneliness]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is something strange about loneliness.It  creeps up quietly, gives no warning, and leaves a chill when it goes. It’s not the word...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/loneliness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e49e8ba062988b03717e4f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 05:02:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_1656820431464c0ab4e255832b9d380e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Café]]></title><description><![CDATA[In a rain-soaked city, two strangers find a connection.]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/the-caf%C3%A9</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e49d868e4b82347b9b705b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:58:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e5433a67390ddeb83e13ebda5ddade7d.jpg/v1/fit/w_532,h_800,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tick Tock]]></title><description><![CDATA[A playful reflection on how time dictates everything—from birth to boredom—and the moments we try to escape its ticking.]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/tick-tock</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e498482849e99ade0f5075</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:35:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_20400e957f83475db1880651818b0f48~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Snippet of Existence]]></title><description><![CDATA[The air feels alive. After escaping the musty confines of the plane, I was greeted by crisp January air that, somehow, felt like the...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/a-snippet-of-existence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e494475410b45ad9a826dd</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:28:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2014b3afd6167bb8af364ee1759ac068.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_667,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Tortoise and the Hare]]></title><description><![CDATA[The tortoise and the hare were best friends. Inseparable. One day, the hare realized the top of a shrub was within reach —but the...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/the-tortoise-and-the-hare</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e492852849e99ade0f425b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:10:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_3ccba22eea044c218cb7128522405c18~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Wooden Drum]]></title><description><![CDATA[The wooden drum rolled down the hill, enjoying the feeling of the wind against its fibers. Branches brushed past, striking the drum,...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/the-wooden-drum</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e491ee2849e99ade0f40d8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:07:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/3fc199a617ef4933806b24ee9a625964.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Half Asleep]]></title><description><![CDATA[I sat in bed yesterday, phone plugged into an illuminated power socket. Layers of blankets covered my legs, cocooning them in a...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/half-asleep</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e490fd3af439b9bda4af1f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:03:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_5f9ecce43b0a4acab4ca3b05fb7a233d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Little Girl, dot dot dot]]></title><description><![CDATA[The little dot girl was confused at the abnormality of her muddy soil.  The twisting of tongue and vein posed a dilemma: could the...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/little-girl-dot-dot-dot</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e48fa8a062988b03715c99</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 04:01:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/4bad81_74384c7161cf41db835fca4c2caf1ab6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_587,h_313,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Splinter]]></title><description><![CDATA[The wardrobe refuses to budge. No matter how hard I pull at the knobs, The glue has settled into its pores. A splinter lodges in my...]]></description><link>https://meghasanjay27.wixsite.com/megha-sanjay/post/splinter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68e48ec45410b45ad9a819ef</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 03:55:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/dd286662bcab42b280dd6097008ea43f.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Megha Sanjay</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Turmeric Stain]]></title><description><![CDATA[The turmeric stain seeped into the fibers of a white cotton shirt hugging the ridges and hollows of her hourglass frame. 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