Tag: memory
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You Should Never Count The Hours
Of all the things we did together, I am always reminded of the day when we tied our towels around our necks. Mine was blue, his yellow with Donald Duck on it. It was winter and the bed was aplomb with fluffy blankets covered in cotton covers – a perfect setting for becoming superheroes with…
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A Crowded Family
It was a bright day, they say, when I was born. Cool yet bright, comfortable to the senses of the human body. Although, I was brought into the world in an air-conditioned room, and would have been done so on any other day too, but I feel the comfort of that particular day symbolises the…
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The Day Both Cried
The Man A strong breeze plucked the leaves from the branches, and they landed, swinging in the air, in front of me and over my head. I unbuttoned my blazer, crouched, picked one and twisted it around its spine. It was late in the night, late enough for people working overtime to be back at…
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Mumbai, or Bombay
The only thing worse than falling in love with a person is falling in love with a place. There is a city that lies on the west coast of the Indian peninsula. It was once a major port and a centre of bustling financial activities. Today, it maintains its stature and stands tall as the…
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Untold
There are stories that we tell, write, record. And there are others we create, but do not tell, lest they bring downfall upon the being. The following verses are about such stories, created, eager to be told but, like fear, should be kept in locked chestnuts. Could they be the tumultuous Ravens of the wild…
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Original Copy
– Is it wrong to love a married woman? – There is a term for it – Extra-marital Affair. – I didn’t say ‘for a married woman to love’ but ‘to love a married woman’. Do people have to earn a right to love someone, one right for each? Even if that is the case,…
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Sir
-I will call you after lunch, maybe? -Yes. It was 11:00 am on a Monday morning and I was returning from two consecutive Discrete Mathematical Structures lectures on Pigeonhole Principle and Generating Functions with a two page Tutorial Sheet in my left hand, a pen in the right pocket of the pair of jeans I…
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Sister
10th January, 1995 My name is Kiran. I am a boy. Today I celebrated my birthday and I am now 11 years old. But I will tell you a secret. I was not born today. I was born on 17th June but my parents have been celebrating my birthday on 10th January. That was when…
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The Tree of Nostalgia
(Co-author: Ishita Singh) – Are you religious? (He asked me) – Not really. In one of the corners of my room was a small table on which were kept little idols of Gods, on a glittery red square-shaped cloth with golden laces. I guess he was amused by it. – It is more of a…
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Memory and Kiss
There’s a couch in the tunnel. People, molded by the crevices of time, pass by it brushing their hands at the fine texture of its cover. Some, tired of running, sit on it and weep. The skeleton of the couch is of plastic – injection molded in a one-cavity mold and just as its runners…
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