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Kamakshi knew she did not quite fit the profile of a person who would frequent such a space. She was a mousy looking middle-aged woman, slightly overweight, with scraggly salt and pepper hair scrunched into an untidy bun. On her nose perched a pair of oval glasses, which were at least five years old, and on the verge of falling apart.
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The roach began to run with great speed for a creature its size. It had realized that something was amiss, even though it didn’t understand why. While it was executing its escape, thick clouds were rolling in, darkening the sky.
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She stood to the side, almost an extension of the tent, enveloped within the folds of canvas waxing and waning in the desert breeze. Only…
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I first saw the fireflies when I was a girl, on a hot summer night. “What are those?” I asked my mum. “Fireflies!” she whispered….
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She called me to the cafe next to my office. In the six months I’d returned from England, I hadn’t seen her at a single…
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From the street below, one could never tell that the first floor of #7 Mullick Road was a tenement. This was so because of the…
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The train stops in the dense night by a temple that stands on a hillock. A Banyan hugs the walls of the medieval temple where…
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Srishti stared at the flurry of activity from the window as she dialed her sister’s number. The bell had just rung in the school right…
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While this sounds uncannily like the beginning of a love story, let me tell you that it most certainly is one. Maybe it isn’t exactly the kind of story we’ve spent the majority of our teenage years reading under the covers and wishing we’d have the chance to experience, but it does involve someone I met at an unexpected point of time in my life and fell madly in love with.
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Sukanya first chose to remain silent. But if this long journey and its outcome were to get any better, she’d have to make some effort, she thought. So she said, “I’m just thinking about home.”
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My daughter and I watched the wedding planner. Ten minutes earlier, a few seconds before we were to enter the chamber where the ceremony was…
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The golden-breasted eagle’s home was at such heights that she had to dive several hundred metres to get to work. From her abode on the…
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It was one of those times in my life, when I actually had the time to pause and take an account of what my life…