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  • The CHANGE – A Short Story

    ~ SELVI ~ ” Selvi ! How long are you taking? What the hell are you doing anyways? ” screamed Radha from downstairs. ” Right in a minute lady ! “, Selvi cried out. Taking her sari pallu she wiped her forehead. Swish swooshing the floor clean and carried the bucket downstairs to be met

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  • A SISTER’S LETTER

    He was rummaging through his cupboard to find the small pills which lulled him to sleep. The cupboard was huge and finding one small bottle was an arduous task for him. It had been three full months since the onset of this life taking disease. People thought of him as retarded but none among them

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  • The Story Of a Sadist

     THE STORY OF A SADIST He was a broken man. Being in love was the best feeling he ever had. He had an abusive past – a dipsomaniac father and a sweeper mother. His mother never had any time for him. Being their only son, he had to spend long lonely hours. For the whole

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  • Beautiful tears

    A story by Dove for her lifebouy.. ❤ A few months ago when they saw each other for the first time..Days passed and turned in to weeks and months. It seems like a digit but during this time every breath they took has narrated the feeling of longingness. Lonely nights, Dove’s amateur fights and Lifebuoy’s

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  • AYHLIS: The Unclaimed Community We All Should Fear

    With so many of us turning into “Mr./Ms. Know-it-all” today, it doesn’t take much time for a conversation to turn into a discussion first, second into an argument, then into a quarrel and eventually into a fight, owing majorly to the egotistically supreme nature that these Messrs and The Misses have developed lately, which is

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  • Why Is The King Always Lonely?

    There’s always a desire to be a king in all of us. We want to be number 1, we want to be the rulers and not the ones to get ruled. We run the rat race only to reach the finishing point and then learn that nothing like that really exists. There’s no end to

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  • Big Bag Theory: Thank you Delhi

      I sat on the platform waiting for the metro. A wait of 12 minutes for the Airport Express to arrive. The time seemed to be moving so slow. My parents were coming to see me and it was more that 40 days since I had met my mom. I was restless, the plane carrying

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  • A Friend or More

    A Friend or More I was still conscious of the fact that he won’t be there for long. I didn’t want to show my concern but we both knew emotionally and mentally I was dependent on him. It was he who showed me the world and how to handle it. I was an empty soul

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  • The Unexpected Guest

    My unparallel love for dogs had been a sentence of nuisance for my family. This was the reason I wasn’t allowed to keep a dog. I tried to persuade my parents to have one but to my utter dismay I failed. I argued for the reasons but my parents always avoided and changed the topic.

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  • Bhangarh

      BHANGARH: What if the stories aren’t just stories?  On a Saturday night in New Delhi, after getting back from office, I and my then roommate thought of watching a movie to give us the feel of weekend. Not having many options on our laptops and having a taste for horror movies we played a

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  • Yes, we are introverts!

    “You are an introvert! A bloody self centred hypocrite! I have never seen a heartless, selfish woman like you! Bloody feminist!” This was may be the worst kind of insult I have ever been subjected to in my life! But, that was the day, which left me with millions of unanswered questions! Is being an introvert means being

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  • Writer and storyteller

    ‘Writer ‘ They called. And as usual, I felt offended. Don’t know why, don’t know how. But yes I did!  I know there must be millions or maybe everybody who finds it a compliment but not me.  Am I a sadist? Or a maniac?    God knows! Paradox might be the right word. But let’s

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  • Why I write?

    Why I write?  I don’t write to create literary masterpieces! I don’t write to match that sky-high heavy lexicon! I don’t write to be called as Shakespeare or Keats! I am hell not interested in creating classics! Yeah! You are right! I am not even good enough to do that! I write for myself! I write for

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  • ‘YOU’ :tiny love tales #1

    You are a figment of her memory. Living somewhere at the back of her mind,  somewhere in those lost smiles and dried eyes. Your soul has left,  but it’s touch still remains! Somewhere in the essence of that dried rose,  somewhere in the touch of that silken robe! You are a dead event,  but tend

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  • no title!

    I don’t belong to here,the sense of belonging eludes me! Don’t know, Am I a believer or an atheist, I want to believe, but belief gets eroded by the mortal existence.There is something in the air, so suffocating and so disheartening, may be the questions which fill my mind more than anything! I don’t belong to where I live,

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  • An open letter to the citizens of India, from an anonymous U.P. woman.

    Dear citizens of India, Well, Uttar Pradesh is that one state which is hated by many, loved by few but is just not ignorable. We are known for our population[eh.. there are hardly handful of “countries” which beat us in that!] our illiteracy, our “desi gawarpana” and above all, we are the ‘Bhaiya jis’ and

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  • Patriotism: The Social Media Patriots

    Patriotism: meaning and perception Google says ‘Patriotism’ means “the quality of being patriotic; vigorous support for one’s country.” Well, that’s pretty confusing. Honestly, I never understood the real meaning of being a patriot or being patriotic or patriotism. I always felt proud when I saw my country’s flag flying high, I always had goosebumps while

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  • Confessions of an Ugly girl!

    Confessions of an Ugly girl! What is ugly? Or what does being ugly means? Avni never understood this! She was a below average student in her school days. She was 4 feet, 11 inches in height and was gifted with extremely dark complexion! She wore a thick pair of spectacles and was quiet heavy in

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  • An encounter with an army wife!

    An encounter with an army wife! [a page from my diary!] Army wives are strong, yes they are! But how much strong? I always wondered! Thinking why do army men always praise their wives for being their backbone, when they are themselves born to kill and trained to serve! My doubts were cleared when I

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