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How did the Smog take over?
Nirek sat working on his computers. His eyes moved over the parameters of the display area of the monitor and his hands coordinated on the keyboard and the mouse. As Nirek picked up the bottle of water to take a sip, he looked out the window. ‘The sunlight has been blocked again today,’ thought Nirek…
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Favourite Times
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? Daksh reached for the dark grey suitcase of dimensions 55 x 38 x 23 from under the double bed of his bedroom. It was the last of the two bags and suitcases packed and kept there. Daksh’s wife Kadambi’s eyes had caught sight of the disappearing tail…
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Faces and Phases
What’s the first impression you want to give people? Mr Bakshi is the government job holder in his family. A decent salary with decent middle class livelihood. Mr Bakshi has a small family. His wife is also a job holder in the corporate landscape and has 2 children – Saloni and Bhuban. Everyday during the…
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Facade of Truth
Pallabh sat in the rearmost seat of a moderately occupied bus. He had his eyes closed. “Did you take the ticket?” Pallabh slowly opened his eyes and pulled out a hastily folded ticket from the chest pocket and showed it to the conductor. The conductor nodded his head and went ahead. Pallabh put the ticket…
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Silent Assumptions
Mr Lugun stood at the main gate of the apartment building. He looked at the festive lights decorated around the gate, blinking in rhythm. A confused security guard inched closer to Mr Lugun till it was clear what had caught Mr Lugun’s attention. Mr Lugun noticed the presence of the security guard who by this…
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Hair Story
HairHi, myself Binni and today I wanted to share the hair story! Sounding weird right? Every organ, every element of our body has some connection with our mind and hair plays one of the most beautiful memories. So let us remember our hair and its memories. And according to me I have got the genetics…
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Through the veil
The video showed moving ahead in a long passage of an abandoned factory. The person who carried the camera ran through the empty passageway. The passageway was dimly lit with the help of the light from the streetlights which managed to come in through the old and broken glasses of the windows on the right.…
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Stolen
Ritvik opened the door of the car and sat in the front passenger’s seat. The car moved and the police station disappeared from view. Ritvik glances at a visibly frustrated Yaksh driving the car. ‘Would it be the right time to talk to him?’ thought Ritvik as he tried to read the atmosphere and then…
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Sensitive
Today we will meet you with Jivan. A 23 year old boy who just completed masters and is waiting for results to arrive. The sensitive soul thrives for the beauty of Nature, the insects, the birds, the rays of the sun and the pathways of the village attracts him the most. Jivan the simplistic soul…
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Unfiltered
The world was following its usual routine, the Sun was shining the Summer, the birds were making the sky more meaningful, the other animals were livening the forests, the trees stood spreading their shade for those who needed it, and there were us humans involved in an awful lot of things with everyone getting up…
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Glimpse of the Morning
What was your favorite subject in school? Dinner time was over and Mrs Baliga along with her nieces Maya and Purna sat in a room softly lit by the warm yellow light of the lamp. Purna sat playing her violin, the fingers of her left hand moved over the fingerboard of the violin while her…
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Away from the False Glow
How do you manage screen time for yourself? I stood in a crowded metro train, looking out the wide rectangular window with rounded corners and fixed glass at nothing in particular, it was dark apart from the area lit by the lights of the tunnel placed a certain distance between each other. My eyes appreciated…
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The Mistaken Truth
The lights of the drawing room were off as the room was lit with the natural light which entered from outside through the open door of the balcony. The speed of the fan was slow as the cold was creeping in to signal the winter following. Aryash sat placing the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle…
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Shelter of Memories
There was an unusual silence in Mr Rathwa’s household. Unusual because silence was never a part of this household, at least as long as Mr Rathwa was alive. Mr Rathwa was a man of talkative nature and everyone liked to hear him. If people passed from the corridor of Mr Rathwa’s apartment at the right…
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Inquisitivness
The human world has come a long way from a lifestyle of existence similar to otherorganisms to the present day where mankind is progressing leaps and bounds every year in more fields and aspects than what could have been even imagined earlier. At the core of each phase of discovery, development and innovation among various…
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Echoes of an Observant Mind
Some summers, in the late evenings, I stand giving my plants those additional sprinkles of water as a form of respite from the warmth the ground had been affected by all day. I never know how some of them will grow, and I do not know for how long they remain as a part of…
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Happiness Matters
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? Do you know every age has a certain type of appendage. Every age has certain type of memories and it is a chained association. Age means time Time means Ageing It is related to our life completely. Today let us know a story…
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Dev Deepawali
What historical event fascinates you the most? Hello everyone welcome to Early Morning Memories and today wishing everyone a very Happy Diwali . These festivities remind me of several happenings in childhood and in the growing up stage. We shall post a different blog some day on our experiences with Diwali as a child. Today…
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Crumbling Belief
What’s something you believe everyone should know. A Bengal fox roamed about in a forest situated along the Himalayan foothills. Something felt and smelt different, there was a silence in the jungle but not the fearful kind it was used to. The fox saw a red panda running on the branch of a tree. “What…
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Lost Pieces of Self
What does it mean to be a kid at heart? Do you remember those small arms and small legs that once used to carry your small self? Dancing and singing through life, playing all those beautiful games, mingling among innocent thoughts, laughing and making others laugh in the process. Childhood is an exceptional time of…
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