Tag: story
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Freedom
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song. I remember looking at the moon and thinking why it follows us to the street and the woods and along the route of my father’s scooter. I must have been six or seven but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the…
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I am Safe
I was a kid. Indian Railways. I still remember myself travelling with my family in the Sleeper class. Four of us. Two lower, Two middle, We preferred. Nights were the best. Me and my brother opened both the shutters of the window – the glass and the aluminium – and flew paper planes. They were…
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Silly!
Today. I will tell you a story of a boy and a girl. A girl and a boy. — Back Then. They walked on the streets. Long walks and shorter ones. Days and Nights and Days. Cuddling up and dreaming of a life, together. Her shyness and his anxiety. Their love. Days and Nights and…
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One Day
The CM wakes up rubbing his eyes. Its 6:30! His wife is already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two children who are polishing their shoes and getting ready for the school. They are still not out of the sleep. ‘They’ includes the children and the wife. CM has to drop them to the…
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I am Music
I am cursed. Wherever I go, people forget everything. If they loved something, they start loving me when they meet me. My name is Musicachand Musiclal. My father Oboe Trumpet and my mother Flute Piano fell in love and created Musicachand Musiclal, in short, Music. Then they sent me all over the world. People hated…
Shishir Chaudhary 