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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…
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Waves of Time
Naresh’s grandfather Mr Madhav Jaipal was a social science teacher at a local government school and a theatre artist; he was not only popular for his talent as an artist but also for his nature in helping people by finding them jobs and also providing financial assistance in emergencies. Time passed as it always does…
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Directions of Words
One Saturday, late at evening, tired and intoxicated two friends ended up having an argument at a restaurant during dinner. Manoj and Parvesh had been friends for the past five years. Back when they had met, both had a lot more to learn, Manoj a bit more than Parvesh. Hence, Manoj had this inclination to…
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Late in the Evening
The late evening invited people out from their work, back to their homes and the roads became busy. Medha let the peak of this time pass away in a coffee shop. She sat at the same place every day, if possible, from there she could see the world outside, awaiting the moment which made her…
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Captured Glimpses
Shristi had been planning this for a long time; she had been trying to set up time for it, somewhere in between being busy and being lazy. Little did she know that when it would eventually happen, it would take a lot more time than what she had anticipated. So, one day during a government…
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Some required Change
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can? If something is part of routine it most likely won’t be skipped. Consciously or subconsciously, we will be pulled towards it, and quite strongly. Many of us do believe a routine is a conscious decision, and for the most part they…
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As Moments Went By
Mrs Damle was a housewife, in her 70s. Living a decent life with her retired husband who kept himself to his books most of the time. Their only son was divorced, but shared custody of his daughter. Their apartment was on the ground floor and the small porch in front of the second entrance which…
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An Event of Remembrance
Mr Vaghani sat at an ongoing religious event in his society. He had stopped interacting after the initial few formal interactions. He preferred the silence, listening to the different sounds of the event, absorbing the energy it emitted in the air along with the distinct smell any event of such nature carried. All these reminded…
Early Morning Memories 