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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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Pursuing Life
On what subject(s) are you an authority? When I was around the age of 15, I was very much detached from this world, very calm with negligible responsibility to shoulder and I had all the time in the world to stay with my thoughts and imaginations. But, none of those thoughts were associated with studies…
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The Good Weathered Day
On a good day, the terrace of the house was where Vikram liked to be, but only if the conditions were favourable. Favourable referred to multiple factors, the primary being Vikram having a holiday that day from the office, then it had to be good weather and of course the most important, he felt fit…
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The Deep Evenings
It was late evening, most people were within the comforts of their homes, trying to find some calmness and comfort, struggling to keep their office out of their minds. Rohini was comfortable in her recliner chair. The chair was part of a small study room which had a variety of books on the shelves of…
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The Weight behind Decision
The fragrance of incense sticks floated through the house, adding a deeper feeling to the air it touched along the way. Dushyant had helped himself with another spoonful of sleep and thus the eyes opened to a morning later than usual. The mind at once felt pleasant to the fragrance of the incense stick…
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Treatment
A different treatment What is LED Treatment? The treatment for the skin and other body parts are not restricted to only medicine. Science and Technology have stretched out the fields of treatment and therapies one such therapy is LED treatment or LED therapy. This was first developed in NASA for growing plants but now it…
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Words Unspoken
Pravar and Taransh were good friends. They were both in 11th grade of school and had met two grades back in a coaching class. They had some similar interests in life which allowed their friendship to stay strong over the time. The primary of the interests being videography. The arrival of cameras in phones led…
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Dry leaves
The breeze moved the dry leaves which made a sound with their movement. Spreading, tossing and then almost all uniting at a point where further movement was not possible. Jugant sat on the down end of the stairs watching this happen. He was twelve and lived with his parents in an apartment of a housing…
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Whispers from Nowhere (Part 2)
Mrs Mirdha woke up at 2:30 am. The flute music playlist she had played on her phone was still playing. She had fallen asleep. It had been a beautiful week in nature, under a clear sky, amongst the mountain air. Mrs Mirdha looked towards Mr Mirdha’s side of the bed and he was not there.…
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Whispers from Nowhere (Part 1)
Mr Mirdha retired as a Deputy Inspector General of Police. Although he had offers to work elsewhere, Mr Mirdha had his mind and heart elsewhere. “We are heading to or near the mountains. I have seen some beautiful properties online,” said Mr Mirdha “Why?” asked Mr Mirdha’s wife in a surprised tone, “What is wrong…
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Early Morning Memories 