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Piggybank of courage
She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to…
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Short Story: Stupid Cupid
“Hi! Recognize me, eh? I’m your one and only point of contact in the matters of the heart. I am the oldest and most authentic Cupid and I have no branches. And today, with much regret, sorrow, nostalgia, and anger, I would like to resign from the job. Why? Because my position has been made…
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A conversation with my younger self
(Trigger Warning: Suicide) It’s a lovely morning in Bangalore. I grab a cup of coffee and climb the stairs to reach the terrace. My eyes are focused on the sky. The sky is perfect blue with gray clouds trying to cover it but blown away by strong winds. While I am enjoying this game of…
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A letter to those too disturbed to read news
Hey there, I know how terrible it feels to be a part of this world right now. On one side, there’s nature creating havoc while on the other there’s in-numerous instances of human cruelty. If you happen to reside in India, you have been in this situation for a long time now. Every time you…
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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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Dear Voice in My Head
Dear voice in my head Ever since I learned languages, I taught you how to put forward your opinions and take a stand. When I was a kid, I reflected you like a mirror. People used to laugh at you but adore me. When I grew up, my parents and teachers conspired against you and…
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I Am Alive
Flipping through the old diariesReading out the old poemsListening to the old voicesI feel nostalgic Helpless I feelsometimes to such an extentThat the very word seemsto be trivial to me I swear I always triedtill there were tears in my eyesand i know i could not make anyone believewhat my life has always meant to…
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My favorite songs: Old School Love Playlist#1
I have been using music to concentrate on my work ever since I was in school. I always found myself struggling to focus due to the cacophony of several television sets in the neighbourhood. Yes, there was a time when entertainment was not very personal. I fell in love with my headphones almost two decades…
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Who do you love more?
“O my beloved Radha, Why are you so far from me? Won’t you see my face for one last time? Now that my worldly duties summon me.” “O Krishna, the lotus-eyed boy I fell in love with, I know I can’t stop you from going. But how would you go without your flute? This…
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My mind is a kaleidoscope
If my mind can be a place, it is a maze Some parts are deep stinking ditches While some are fragrant bright gardens Some are as dangerous as a cliff edge While some are as benevolent as a rose bed Some are roller coaster rides to old memoirs While some are winding roads to a…
The BIOSCOPED Life 