I have been sitting on this story for son long. A part 2 needs to be as good as the part 1, otherwise it ruins the whole story. So here's the Part 2 of the last love story I wrote. I cannot guarantee if I will write any more parts of it. I think we should leave it to our…
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Unfinished Business
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I fancied you’d return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name.(I think I made you up inside my head.)” – Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath Couple…
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“Intrigued” at first sight?
"Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing." - Sylvia Plath. Well, I am guilty of sitting on a lot of such upublished work and its all making me nauseous. :) So, I am publishing my stories now. One after another. Hoping it resonates with someone somewhere somehow.
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Wonder Woman
Human nature is like an onion. I think I have heard this before somewhere and I have observed and realized this many times in my life. First impressions are mostly deceiving. For example, what would you think of a woman, sitting quietly in a corner in a thumping pub on a Friday night, sipping her drink, completely fine being by…
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Grief
It begins with denial, usually accompanied by a deluge of trivial questions towards the unknown or the “supreme power”, asked while facing a framed photograph of your favorite deity, or kneeling in front of a benevolent Mother Mary, or during the sacred prayers in the direction of Mecca. The “Why?”, the “How?” and the “What?”. You look for explanations for…
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The adventures of Princess Magma Ramanujam…
“In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own.” – (Albus Dumbledore) J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban She stood tall on the dome of Saint Paul’s Cathedral, looking down at the twinkling lights of the bustling city that she loved so much. It was close to midnight and still the city of London wasn’t…
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Memoirs of Memories, 1 – Reminiscing a sunset…
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again. – Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song My best friend asked me, “If you could back in time, to one moment.. where would you go?” So many memories rush into my mind- getting my first job, getting married or having our baby.…
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The rickety old umbrella…
“The only thing I shall want for a rainy day will be my umbrella.” – Agatha Christie, Nemesis “It’s no use checking your weather app before stepping outside. It is never right.”, your mother would say while checking the aforementioned offending app before going out. Now, it was a habit that was drilled into you since you were a child.…
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This is a love story… – Part 2
“Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.” – Sylvia Plath Present Day Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock… This was so annoying! Why would anyone have a giant white clock on the very white wall of their office? A regular-sized one could do the same job without grating on the nerves of anxious people waiting out here. As if…
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The art of singular art…
“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” – Edgar Degas (1834-1917)’ “I am not an artist.” I grew up with this idea. I never thought that I was creative in any way. Sure my head was always in the clouds full of stories that I would write on multiple notepads, back of my biology notebooks…
