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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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Desolation
Paritosh opened his eyes from a slumber. His head was resting againstthe window bars. He looked outside, the train had come to a stop at astation. Around 40 years back from now, when the air, rivers and lands weremuch cleaner, the climate and temperature were more favourable andplaces weren’t so crowded, a train journey in…
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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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Notion of Reflection
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently? The lens of the eyeglasses reflected the white light of the screen.The screen displayed a variety of different coffee drinks. It was anew coffee vending machine that the office had recently got. Unlikethe last vending machine, this one didn’t dispense tea or tomato soup,not…
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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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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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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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Overcast
One day, the onset of the afternoon was not in its usual colours. I slidthe two wine-coloured curtains apart to reveal the glass of thesliding doors behind. I switched off the LED bulb which illuminated amild crystal white light. The disappearance of the artificial lightallowed the clouded light of the sun to play a more…
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Reminiscing About
Rushil could see the dirt that had accumulated between the teeth ofhis wide-tooth comb. ‘Why did I not notice this before? I use this comb every day. How longhas it been like this?’ he wondered. Rushil slipped his feet into his slippers and walked to the bathroom.He held the comb beneath the opening of the…
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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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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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Walking Ahead
The school helper entered the classroom V-B. Alka had recently joinedin for the position. The room was empty. The students had gone to thecomputer lab of the school. Alka looked around at the light-yellowwalls of the room with boards displaying different creative efforts bythe children, even the doors of the cupboards were not spared fromthem.…
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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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Rapport
So, my grandfather paid an unbelievable amount to get this clock andit came here. ‘When I am gone, you are going to take care of the shop and the clock,make sure both of them stay in the family unless it’s a matter of lifeand death,’ my grandfather had told me, and that’s what I am…
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Musings…
Are you a leader or a follower? Relationships with meditation have changed over time and today I would like to explain the situation which I currently have with meditation. When I was a child meditation was an alien term and knowing it was through the visiting of several religious places … The common thing or…
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Chasing Butterflies 🦋
The light from the sky touched the ground. The green of the grassreached its peak of vibrancy. The world started waking to a new day. Ira pressed her palm against the glass of the window. She had beenstanding there for a while. She had seen how, the way the sky feltchanged as the morning light…
Early Morning Memories 