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Was it that he left, or she never had him. Silence was her loudest cry, after he left. She was like a broken instrument, Which hated, its own voice. Everything seemed irksome. Not able to believe, the ongoing incidents in her life, She started asking people for advice, considering them¬†sagacious enough to understand her. But... Continue Reading →

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Just once…around that street!!

As a child of four, I used to race up to the blue bench in the street corner and look at those deliciously cooked jalebies(typical Indian street food).¬†I would instead stare at them. Pitying on my innocent face, that slim-beard-old uncle, would hand over me two of them. I would just run off to my... Continue Reading →

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