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A Life Forged
Who are the biggest influences in your life? I do not prefer the heater in the car unless the cold is extremely unbearable. What I do prefer while driving with a friend is making a stop for a cup of tea or coffee. I think winters are a great season for having good discussions since…
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Unbecoming
It had been a long time since Tanvi’s family had walked into city life. Her paternal grandfather left the village right after his marriage and slowly most of the family followed, scattered across the country in search of a different kind of life. But the elder brother of Tanvi’s grandfather decided to remain in the…
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A Glance at the Sky
The day had been deprived of the complete intensity of sunlight by a layer of smog that didn’t seem to be moving anywhere. Prabhat often glanced at the sky when he stopped at the traffic light. It provided him a form of calm, but with the present condition the calmness had been affected. At the…
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An official Stay
Some monkeys ran around playfully on the roof of a house. Mr Markam watched closely from the closed panoramic window. What made the view unique was the old architecture of the houses around that had been maintained along with trees which remained untouched throughout the years. Mr Markam looked at his watch and it…
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The Delicate Palette
Girish started the morning early, he had to get to work and get done with some pending tasks. He walked along the society road still finishing up with the last of what was once a sandwich in a complete triangle. Just then his focus was broken by the sound of something crashing towards his right.…
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Left Out
At 3 in the morning, a pair of footsteps ran through the Singhal household. It opened the door to the backyard and rushed towards the mini swimming pool. Mr and Mrs Singhal woke up to the sound of water splashing and rushed out to see their son Ajit standing in water, still in his night…
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What Remains
Anjay waited for the bus at the stand. He was returning from the marriage of a colleague. He along with some of his coworkers had headed there after work. The bus arrived and there were more than usual people to tackle. Anjay had already let a bus go to avoid the peak of the crowd,…
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Bits and Parts of Life
When I travel in a bus, or a metro train I often observe the people travelling besides and a lot of the houses and other buildings passing by outside. I sometimes ask my imagination, what would it be like to ‘be him/her’ or to ‘be there in that house or office or a shop’.…
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Foggy Morning Walks

Urvi took her morning walks seriously; they had some brief bursts of running in between as well. Summers were tiring but winters were cold, which required the most conviction, no one can actually say when you sit to think about it. But winters and summers have their extremities, there are those summer days where the…
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Another’s Journey

Bhumi loved reading books and her school library had an excellent collection of books and Bhumi had a group of friends who loved reading books as well. Bhumi sometimes wondered if she would finish reading all the books before passing from school. She had already started looking for book clubs which she would visit once…
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Willful Coincidence

Medha picked her office bag, checked whether it had her wallet, then she checked her phone in her pocket and stepped into the small compound towards the entrance and her eyes caught something. ‘It happened again,’ she thought standing for a second and then she walked closer ‘What is it this time’ she thought and…
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Gurgaon story : Book Launch part 1
We have been reviewing for more than a year now and it’s a great experience honestly. Reading books putting efforts in understanding the meanings decoding and finally writing a concrete review on three various platforms . Many of you might know that we make reels review which means review is in form of a reel…
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The Deflation
It was late evening, as Ajay stood beside a dark blue sedan, waiting. People came and passed by, Ajay scrolled his phone, still waiting. Then the wait was over, he kept the phone inside the pocket and detached the tyre inflator from the tyre of the car, only instead of inflating it was being used…
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The Wrong kind of Connection
Whether we admit it or not, somewhere within ourselves, the heart tries to find that meaningful connection with the right kind of answers. Friends are one such kind of connection and most people have them, near or far. But for a certain period around the school, college time, the closeness to friends is more than…
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The Wrong Shade of a Thing
The evening Sun had started to visibly lose its brightness and people as they looked up at the sky, saw what was to come ahead, a restful end to the day or a very busy one. Mr Chabra was busy too, quietly pasting fliers of his business around. He looked around for any approaching police…
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The special Kind of Eating
Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays? At any given moment, when the mind and heart is open to it knowingly or unknowingly, good food and music can change everything. The feeling of existing in that moment is positively lifted into a zone where one finds that feeling of comfort…
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A Few Words Retold

As the wind blew and a few people were on their way, I stared down at the face of a person for the fourth time now in this particular situation and even though it was quite difficult to do so yet I smiled before speaking. “You cannot keep doing this,” I said to Mr Talwar,…
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A Close Friend (Part -2)
A silent morning began to come alive with human presence as two legs rushed on the road towards the park. The legs entered the park and headed towards a particular bush and behind it they hopped and a hand reached out to pick up something, a cricket ball. The evening a day before, Sanjit had…
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A Close Friend (Part 1)
Mr Rastogi stepped out with a watering pipe and began watering the plants. It was Sunday evening, Mr Rastogi had a good afternoon nap, something the rest of the week was devoid of. As he watered the plants, he thought of his son who had lost a considerable amount of Mr Rastogi’s money in a…
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The Automatic Response
Do you trust your instincts? Instinct is one of those things which we do not have to learn, it’s just there like the rest of our natural selves with which came into this world. A response or behaviour, automatic in nature and well ingrained biologically inside us. Me and my friends, we were the kind…
