Category: Literature
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Through Ages……..
Every moony night, When the milky light bathes me The eternity vexes my momentary bliss With the beckoning of unanswered calls I ignore, pull myself To cuddle my assuring pillow I snub the mysterious path And lock my conscious under the eyelids But, with every rising sun I encounter a new day- a new…
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It’s that time again when….
It’s that time again whenalien voices take over the brain andmute the heart’s songsIt’s that time again whenhead becomes heavierthan all the dumbbells in the gymIt’s that time again whendepression is out on the killIt’s that time again when it’s difficult to saywho you are after allcoz there’s nothingpermanent about youIt’s that time again whenyou give up on allIt’s…
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The Left-Over Happiness: The Paradoxical Status of Indian Modern Women
A few years back while working in Chennai, I often felt lonely. Less because I was in a new place and more because I really missed college life. Most of my other colleagues were either much younger or much elder to me. However, I managed to befriend some female colleagues who were already married and…
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A Chance Encounter with a Knowledgeable Soul
It was an unusually busy day. There was a long queue to the registration desk and the form to be filled was pretty long. I was already very upset over how the day went for me and now this mismanaged system was further pissing me off. There were scribes at the registration desk and…
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Bards of the Blogosphere: Week 3 Chapter 8- The Reunion
N.B. – This is the eighth chapter of the third week in the ‘Game of Blogs’ by the team ‘Bards of the Blogosphere’. #CelebrateBlogging Read the previous chapter (7) here I start my day with your thoughts. I pray to you every night to be happy and safe- wherever you are, be…
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Bards of the Blogosphere: Week 2 Chapter 3- The Good Morning
N.B. – This is the third chapter of the second week in the ‘Game of Blogs’ by the team ‘Bards of the Blogosphere’. #CelebrateBlogging Read the previous chapter (2) here Jennifer was sitting on the pile of blankets, still sleepy, trying to look fresh. Cyrus was the one to answer the door. “Bread toast with sunny…
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The voice of silence
She saw her reflection on the window glass. Her Henna dyed hair was playing with the long line of vermillion sindoor. “Age is taking its toll on me”- she whispered to herself. She looked out of the window- with every passing vehicle, she could see her life rewinding, one year per car. Soon she…
The BIOSCOPED Life 