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Most from the time
It was a busy Thursday evening. The marketplace was moderately crowded, with people coming out to buy things they needed and things they wished to have, while for some living around it was simply the route of their evening walks or other tasks. The roads weren’t that wide, barely enough for two cars to pass…
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The Purpose of Words
Kavish walked to the balcony of his house. While he was working, he noticed a few long drops of rain hanging to the glass of the window. He rushed to take in the clothes which he had placed on a drying stand outside. The rain was a light touch, one which went away after a…
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The Modern Approach
There was a commotion in the village, the price of milk had gone up twice in a month and there were further rumours that it would go much higher. Bhola was in the middle of the commotion. Anirudh Kumar, locally known as Bhola was sent to the city to do something more for himself than…
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PROBLEM SOLVING LIFE SKILL SITUATIONS
YOU AND YOUR GROUP OF FRIENDS ARE PLAYING IN THE PARK.THE NEW CHILD OF YOUR COLONY IS QUIETLY STANDING ALONE AND WATCHING YOU. What will you do to help the new child to join you in the game? WHILE PLAYING FOOTBALL IN THE PARK ,ONE OF YOUR FRIEND FALLS DOWN AND HURTS HIS RIGHT KNEE.…
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Two wheeled Memories
On a bright, sunny and busy summer day, the traffic moved as on any other weekday on this particular stretch of road which was also the part of a highway. The traffic however declined in intensity since it was 11 am and the peak rush hour was coming to an end. There was a time…
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Origin of a culture
The story of the pohela boishakh history has a few versions, however, they all go back to one particular Mughal emperor, Akbar the Great and the tax collecting process under his reign (1556-1609). Several hundred years ago, the economy almost entirely depended on agricultural productions. In Bengal, the agriculture necessarily revolved around its six seasons.…
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Rainful Mornings
When a working person wakes up on a working weekday. The rain outside can mean a lot of things. It starts with being fifteen more minutes of some light sleep. The air is comfortable and the sound of the rain sings to the ears. As the time to leave home nears, the mind has already…
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The Discomfort
Pradeep and Mr Devgan were the only content writers in a small studio. There were two other interns as well but interns came and went, no one stayed. Afterall who doesn’t want a place with a bigger establishment. So, at this time there was none. Pradeep had little desire to switch here from his previous…
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The Lost Childhoods
There was a silence of a particular type in some apartments of a building. The results of class 12 board examination had been announced. One thing about these examinations is that, more than the child who is actually attempting the exam, it feels as if their parents are competing amongst themselves, their relatives or other…
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Tear! We hear
One day an ant was sitting on a stone and sobbing slowly. The tears dropped on the stone and the stone said, ” Hey and why are you crying, what has happened to you? ”. The ant replied, ” I am so tiny, everyone stamps me and hurts me, I wish I was so big.”…
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Faded Echoes
The rain was heavy that day, even at 3 pm the sky looked like it was well past 7. The roads were starting to become partially submerged under rainwater which was rushing to the nearest opening into the drainage. The sound of heavy rain could be heard everywhere. Except for those who considered it an…
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Hobby of Unknown
My friend Varun once told me something that I had not heard before. We met during internship and kept in touch later as much as time and life allowed. So, he told me about one of his classmates in school, Hemlata. The daughter of a restaurateur. This girl, she proudly claimed that spending money was…
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Behind the Counters
The first time I met Mr Rajendra Dabral, I was sitting in a café having a burger and a cold coffee with one of my good friends back then. Back then even going to café and having something was an adventure, we were young school students with a very limited pocket money. Our neighbourhood was…
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The Question
On Monday morning one of my colleagues who sat besides, looked a bit bothered. I am not the one to initiate prying into someone’s troubles on my own. Some might not agree with it, but as I have found, if you are a good listener people often open up about their thoughts or any form…
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Two different Shades of BLUE
On mass, composition, and temperature Neptune and Uranus are not far from being twins, Neptune is a deep shade of blue befitting a planet named after the god of the sea, while Uranus is paler and slightly greenish. So, why do they look so different? A new paper undergoing peer review attributes the difference to…
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Forfeited Inheritance
I miss my days of walking. Those days were at their peak when I was in high school. Me and those I called friends back then, we spent a lot of time in this neighbourhood walking our way around with conversations which wouldn’t have ended had the time not kept moving. We all had our…
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The Days of Walking
I miss my days of walking. Those days were at their peak when I was in high school. Me and those I called friends back then, we spent a lot of time in this neighbourhood walking our way around with conversations which wouldn’t have ended had the time not kept moving. We all had our…
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Threads of Warmth
On her way back from work, Kavya found a group of people standing and conversing amongst themselves. She knew what it could be about, so she took out her phone and tried to get past them without looking at them, pretending to be busy and she had almost succeeded when she heard. “Kavya, can you…
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Symplocos Mohananii
Three research scholars, one from the United States, have discovered a new plant in Kerala’s Ponmudi hills which is part of the Western Ghats, one of the eight hot spots of biological diversity in the world. The plant, named Symplocos Mohananii, carries white flowers that usually bloom at night. They named the plant ‘Symplocos Mohananii’…
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The power of storytelling
Amidst upliftment in the technological sphere what we are constantly fighting for is the art of narration and from where narration comes its storytelling. Among all the techniques of content writing, what captures the audience’s mind is storytelling. Written by Sayoni Mahapatra Chatterji Hey, Connect with Us:)
Early Morning Memories 