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Hello there! Welcome to The Cynfull Voice. I am an aspiring writer and this is how I choose to begin my journey; by sharing stories from my past and present. Currently I am a college student and I love singing loud and high pitched songs! Rumor has it that I hit those notes just fine! 😉

Cynthia Linwoods is my penname and the names in my stories will be changed for the sake of privacy of mentioned individuals.

If you know someone who can’t read due to illiteracy or visual disability, you can share my podcast to them that goes by the same name as my blog “The Cynfull Voice”. I record and share my story in sound too!

My Latest Posts

  • The Sabbatical Ends
    Three degrees, fourteen internships, two broken knees and sex change later here I am contemplating, thousands of kilometers away from what I am supposed to be calling “home”, do I have all that I once wanted? I ghost write during the day and write for myself at ghostly hours. Struggling to balance bills, academics, jobs,Continue reading “The Sabbatical Ends”
  • ii. Sensing
    Often reflected at the intersections of the traffic signals, you might see some individuals who are applauding their way through dysphoria while collecting the petty in loose change and pity in the lack of it. I am not one of them, I share dysphoria with them, but I don’t share many of their struggles, and neither do they have enough privileges to access my struggles.
  • i. Should I move to Campus?
    TW: Mention of Covid -19 related trauma. I have been seeing Instagram stories of my friends at AU (the university where I am Studying at present) and their WhatsApp status; and as much as I want to be there I know there is much more that would go into it – for me. The pandemicContinue reading “i. Should I move to Campus?”
  • Chapter III – Something didn’t feel right!
    I realized “something somewhere is broken, what I did was not right”, but nobody bothered to fix it.
  • Chapter II – Beginning of My Memories
    When I look back for the very initial memories of mine, they are in the forms of fading dreams, but I got to know they weren’t mere dreams when my parents would tell me about those incidents later on as I grew up. I remember eating Litchi from my father’s hands as a toddler, onContinue reading “Chapter II – Beginning of My Memories”
  • Chapter I – Born Into
    This is a tale, unlike another grandma/ grandpa tales you would have heard. In fact, here the binaries of life break. So, once upon a time, not so long ago; in fact, on the 7th of October 1997, that’s when it all began. At least for me, I was born in Thrissur, Kerala. I wasContinue reading “Chapter I – Born Into”
  • Prologue
    I tried talking, conversing, debating, and even quarrelling and arguing at times. Yet none of them seems to work. So, I will narrate my story of being born in Kerala and then growing up anywhere but Kerala, carrying the burden of cultural shock, shame, and pride.

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