Category: Memoir
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Relevance of birthdays
You cannot decide how and when you make an entry or how and when you are goanna make an exit. Destiny is a sure thing, it will happen; But how and when to celebrate life is our own choice. Changing dates on a calendar will happen; But to colour them red green or purple is…
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Monday blues or distress calls? Go ahead and take that leave!
Oh My Monday! Okay, we all agree that Mondays are difficult. And in my last therapy session, I actually made a self-deprecating joke on how I am jumpy on all Mondays. But jokes apart, today is Monday and I could not even dare to log in to work, even from the comforts of my home.…
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White Nights
This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you’ll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes…
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अब आगे क्या?
कभी कभी जब राहें चलते चलते एक अंत पर आती हैं तो खुद से मन पूछ बैठता है- अब आगे क्या? बस यही है अंत सभी उड़ानों का? क्या सचमुच यही है अंत- अनंत में ढूँढता है उत्तर अपने ही प्रश्न का एक वक़्त था जब पैरों में सामर्थ्य नहीं था खड़े होने का…
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A life full of stories
I am sharing what ‘I Saw and I Learnt‘ at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight.in. While I was ornamenting my name written on the front page of my old diary, a little boy peeped into it. There was a hope of new creation. It isn’t uncommon for me. I have often watched these little kids-…
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The Nasty Nostalgia
“Wake up, it’s already 8. What happened, you used to get up so early beta….”, and the monologue goes on while the protagonist is lost in the warmth of the blanket. That’s the beginning of the last day of my vacations. Oh God!!! How I dread this day… My king size life is again…
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God of small things
God of small things he was: small things…… two little eyes, one little nose, one little mouth. He was the God of big promises too: promises of infinite joy. But, now he is the God of loss: loss of a life, loss of a heart full cry, loss of carefree sleep, loss of the…
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Memories of depression
This morning is beautiful. It’s sub 20 degrees Celsius, a common scene in Bangalore. Sitting on a comfortable bean bag, I have wrapped myself in a cozy blanket with only right hand hanging out to lift my cup brimming with super hot ginger tea. I can smell the rain and fill the chill whenever any…
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Stone and Glass
She was naive and innocent He was kind and prudent She was like a glass heart He was a rock-solid mind She lived thinking something was missing He lived believeing nothing in world mattered But everything changed when they met one day It was raining that day but love was pouring They were never supposed…
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Tulsi
(image sourced from Corbis) It was 8 am only but I was late- the same old story of a poor soul trapped in a corporate world. While I was climbing the stairs to the metro station with a dazed face, something sparkled in my eyes. It was a mix of vibrant colours against the plain…
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