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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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Curious case of a fat girl
This might not be my best post but this is definitely one that comes straight from my heart. As the disclaimer goes, this post is based on true incidents but some examples are totally fictitious or exaggerated. So, who is fat? Please don’t look at me, I know the…
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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…
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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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Roadizens of the city
One sweet November night, after having a sumptuous meal, I was enjoying a long drive with my friends. Winter had already commenced and was ready to take toll on the dark night. It seemed we were going to experience the first foggy night of the winter. The transparency of the glass was being challenged intermittently…
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The nitty gritty of life
Last week, my maternal uncle passed away. He was one of my mother’s four brothers. My maternal grand father died just six months before my mother’s marriage. My uncle had not only been a support to my mother but had also been a good friend to my father. A fighter at heart, having fought innumerous…
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एक चुटकी सिन्दूर
The topic was suggested by my frnd Ruchi…so readers, if u find the poem pathetic… just say “Go n die”…. 🙂 जब मैं हिन्दी फिल्मों के बारे में सोचने बैठती हूँ तो कई फिल्में और उनके संवाद मेरे ध्यान में आते हैं जो टिप्पनीय होते हैं । ऐसा ही एक संवाद है फ़िल्म ” ओम्…
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Confessions by a weak soul…..
What color is your soul? Sorry, perhaps I am not the appropriate person to be asked such questions…. Why? Simply because…… oops! I miss a soul!!! I don’t have any or might be, it is too fragile, glass like transparent – easy for anyone to see through and delicate enough for a harsh truth to…
The BIOSCOPED Life 