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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:)
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The fun of it
List five things you do for fun. As the sky went for a slow spin, the Sun sank and the Moon came up. That is when I sat on the chair with a controller in hand with the screen of the television still showing the little animation of the console still loading. Playing games on…
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Accepting the Passing of Time
I met a gentleman in his 90s. Father-in-law of a relative. I have known him personally for a few years. He is the only person I have met who has lived to this extent and he is still well. He walks and talks around without any problems and looks much younger than his age. I…
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Where the words fell
In the middle of the night, the rain had arrived with all its strength and decided to stay for a few hours over the town. Many of those who had to leave for work early in the morning were saddened by the thought of the day not being a holiday, one of these people was…
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New Year New Positivity
I often think if positivity would be a person I would definitely keep with me seated until the whole features of Positivity would come to me I would make the POSITIVITY pampered with chocolate , roses and sunsets so that it stays with me. Yes of course it should bring its friends named Optimism, DETERMINATION…
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10 Communication Skills Every Young Professional Needs to Know
What relationships have a positive impact on you? There is only one rule for being a good talker – learn to listen.” Christopher Morley We all heard it right? A transmission can make or break a deal. So we all know how communication can help us to cling to the corporate world or any professional…
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Moving From Dark to Light
Moving from Dark to light “The greatest religion is to be true to your own nature. Have faith in yourselves.” ― Swami Vivekananda Our world is a very beautiful place. It teaches us enigmatic joy on one side and sorrowful pain on the other. Motivation is the driving force which keeps us moving and helps…
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Sound of her steps (Part 2)
The daylight trickled amongst the blades of the grass. The wind was in a gentle mood. The sound of bank mynas could be heard from a nearby tree. Two pairs of small feet walked towards themselves. In their little hands were flowers. The feet stopped near each other. The girl looked in the hands…
Early Morning Memories 