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False Oasis
A clear sunny sky, balmy breeze, some rock and roll music, a pair of spiffy sunglasses and fingers moving in a tapping movement on the steering wheel of a new car. Samesh was having a memorable moment of his life. The car was a carmine red compact SUV with a white roof. It was the…
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Film Session
“This man in a black jumpsuit ran as fast as he could wearing what were clearly hiking shoes yet somehow, he was running like an athlete; and he was doing it with a heavy machinery inside his bag pack. He was being chased by some people who from the looks of it were professional hitmen…
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Surreal Elation
The door of the bedroom opened and Mrs Bhimwal stepped in. She parted the curtains and the light of day flooded in revealing a colourful wall of the bedroom with different colours of butterfly and flowers. She moved towards the bed and folded the open blanket from its top end to reveal a sleeping 11…
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Broken Night
It was 10 pm. The cold of the winter spread to all the open corners.The streets had gradually lost people as they had preferred to go home early into the warmth of their homes. But going home early is not a The luxury of all, some people have to work late. They are not to…
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Moving On… Away?
A layer of dust had settled on the wooden table with dark pink sunmicaon top and dark blue sunmica strips on the sides. A pile of books wasdropped on the table and some of the dust flew off and out escaped aphotograph from one of the books. Arti picked up the photograph. It was one…
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Second Wind
What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life? The canopy of the umbrella folded as Dev pulled its runner beforeentering the narrow corridor. A few drops of rain had made their waydown on the back of the olive-coloured shirt that Dev was wearing. The metal door gate of the house as…
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Dodged
What are you most excited about for the future? The white painted wooden door of flat number 136, in building B of theOakwood Apartments slowly opened with enough space for an eye or twoto see through. Esha looked at the empty corridor, then she opened thedoor wider to check whether the door of the apartment…
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Poignant
What is your favorite genre of music? Falguni stood staring at the top of a beetroot which peeked out of theground. She thought for a while and arrived at the conclusion thatmaybe it was time to take the beetroot out and ask my grandmother to cooksomething delicious. Falguni ran on the small path through the…
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Secured Adventure
Every day is a new day and if we see and analysis properly everyday has the mix of everything. From the basic planning of the day of what to make in the lunch to how to make the career choices. According to me these in itself gives us the opportunity to be adventures to instigate…
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Hightail
The uncomfortable heat of the summer challenged a two 13 year old boyin their school uniforms. They were on their way to their homes. Biren and Nirvan lived in the same neighbourhood, their families havemoved to the area around four years back. They studied in twodifferent schools which were on the same route, thus they…
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Woolgathering
The exterior lights of the apartment building temporarily abandonedtheir illumination as the morning light entered. The smartphone kepton a bedside table came to life with the sound of piano playing andbirds chirping. Its screen displayed 5:30 am along with a ‘stop’ and‘snooze’ virtual buttons. Mr Guha removed the eye mask and proceeded to swipe the…
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Comprehension
Rohil stared at the mound of the clay spinning on the wheel head ofthe potter’s wheel. He caught a quick glance of his teacher who wasobserving him very closely. His teacher had just shown him how it wasdone by holding Rohil’s hands, but Rohil had somehow instantly lostall the confidence to do it. Rohil returned…
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Accostomed Avowal
A person means routine and how you are entangled in the routine depends on the person’s priorities. And if you are extremely close to the person and the person is old …her routine almost becomes yours. That’s the flow of life I believe. Today, welcome to our blogging website and here I wanted to narrate…
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Obligation
Manav stared at the glass in his hand. The blue coloured drink itcontained was non-alcoholic, he had enquired before picking it up fromthe tray, but what the drink actually was, he forgot to ask. The beverage had the smell of a fruit juice, but it didn’t look likeany fruit juice that Manav had ever tasted.…
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Accoutrement
The pen was kept down and after a few scribbles on the empty white paper … A few more scribbles… And no! It was not coming into the paper the thought….the thought which Rina has gathered since morning and now she wants to put in paper… She tried and then wrote …” It was a…
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Climb
The eyes opened to the branches of the oak tree spreading above. Somebranches were still moving, some were broken and some leaves werestill falling down from one of the broken branches. The sunlightKrisha tried to calm herself as she laid on the ground. The retired headmaster of the Krisha’s school, Mr Varty came rushingwith his…
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Spoor
“The pay is much better; The position is senior than the one I amworking now. It will be a bit difficult to stay away from family,but I will try to come as often as the opportunity presents itself. II am not thinking about anything long term, two years at most and I will beback here,”…
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Sprinted
It was a silent morning, still in its early phase. People who workedafar or had to start early due to their profession were already inmotion, along with the conscious and motivated people who were out fora morning walk. Dilip, a 38 year old man was also one of these walkers. A new yearresolution had set…
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Catching a Wink
Hem sat quietly outside on a wooden rocking chair facing the garden atthe back of his three floored house in the evening. The tea in the cupon the side table had become cold. Ananta, Hem’s wife, came lookingfor him after her tuition class ended. She picked up the cup andwalked back inside to heat the…
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Waiting Without an End
Nandini covered her face with the scarf that she was wearing aroundher head. Even though she was standing in a shaded area, the drops ofsweat refused to stop coming. She looked at her watch, then at herphone. ‘I am reaching in 10 minutes’ – that was the message Nandini’s friendOmya had sent her an hour…
Early Morning Memories 