"Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing."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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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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Stories on the move, Chapter 6 – The wrinkles of Annamarie
“Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.” – Mark Twain Wow! What an year… I feel that I have gone through a transformation and that I have lived a lifetime in these 11 months. Each experience I’ve had, every person that I met, every single song that I’ve heard and the places that I’ve visited. All of them have inspired…
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Stories on the move, Chapter 5 – Nostalgic Naaz
What happens when two strangers share an instant connection in a perfect little moment... Read and find out.. :)
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The Nature of Colours
“I must have flowers, always and always.” – Claude Monet “Let us unite, not in spite of our differences, but through them. For differences can never be wiped away, and life would be so much the poorer without them. Let all human races keep their own personalities, and yet come together, not in a uniformity that is dead, but in…
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Stories on the move, Chapter 4 – Christopher and his glasses
“There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.” – Friedrich Nietzsche On a recent metro journey, I as usual had a lot of free time in which I counted exactly how many people were in my metro car and what they were doing. There were around 41 people and out of them at least 16 were deep into their…
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The Great Indian Festival Spirit (and more…)
“Always at home. – One day we reach our goal, and now point with pride to the long travels we undertook to reach it. In fact, we were not even aware of traveling. But we got so far because we fancied at every point that we were at home.” -Friedrich Nietzsche Home. Homestead. Abode. Words that are a foreign concept…
