Category: Memoir
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Cost of freedom?
It always amuses me how alien locals of metro cities behave when I tell them excitingly that my parents are coming just to meet me. They often shrug their shoulders as if to react- what’s the big deal? When I walk up to my boss asking for a half day or a leave to spend…
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And at last I see the light……
I remember how my dad used to try to be extra cheerful on days when he felt low. He tried not to let us know that he is sad and would tell my mom quietly in the night. Sadly, I have not inherited this trait from him. I would sigh, crib, yelp and sulk to…
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Big happiness in small packets
The best thing about life is that it is unpredictable. Sometimes it brings sorrow when you expect happiness and sometimes when you are all teared up, you find a reason to smile just around…
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The weeping silence
I vividly remember the fateful night. I was sleeping cuddled to my grandmother. My goat Sumi was tied near the door and I could hear the ghungroos tied around her neck. Suddenly my father lifted me up and carried away from my daadi I could see how she was crying and begging my father not…
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A chance encounter with solitude
The mere feeling of being alive and nothing else is not a very positive sign. Life has become a marathon- you run, you become tired, you wait, you see others moving ahead, you gather strength and start again. People you meet do not stay for long, faces you begin to recognize just pass by…
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My tryst with slavery
This is a post written in 2010 in another blog…. Date: August 14 2010 “Every independent country is independent in one way however, every independent country is a slave in more than one way.” Its 64th Indian Independence Day tomorrow, I am sitting in front of my desktop in the office and sulking. I…
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