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A pupa cracks open and a healthy pair limbs can be seen. The pupa cracks open a little wider and a resplendent butterfly takes its first breath of fresh air; it is finally free.The wings of the butterfly is silky blue with dark and bright shades...
There was a girl- a girl who existed. She had wonderful parents, ones who spent quality time with her as she grew up. But, they NEVER understood that, it was their time she needed, “quality time’ was NOTHING to her.A year into her life, she...
I knotted my tie as I took a quick glimpse of myself in my bedroom mirror. “Ramesh don’t forget your lunch” my wife yelled from the bathroom. “Ok sweetheart” I shouted back. Though my wife and I worked for the same organization, her of...
Yesterday..i saw a boy,a boy who was a bit dubious,a boy who's eyes..as if they are ready to ask...in fact beg for some help..a boy who was good in everything..but master of none, a boy who helped everyone but received only a tinge of it in retu...
I woke up with a siren cracking my head apart. My hands began to frantically search the alarm. Lazily I got up stretching and scratching my eyes, I Walked to the hall and took the keys from the couch. Those were keys of the draw next to my bed. ...
BARDS OF A FEATHER "No no, just sit and write", said Sangeetha. Her aquiline nose, short hair and troubled forehead had the nasty familiarity of any Indian English teacher - verbose, assertive and Catholic. Of course, she didn't have the charac...
Monday evening, Now am in Reynolds road signal very hectic zone in Trichy, traffic often happened in this area nearly 20-minutes more to clear, Now the time is 6.40pm exact time in my watch and my mobile too. Good evening, Good Climate, Feel goo...
Love Exactly??Gaurav’s phone rang. It was his ex. Why was she calling? It had been almost 4 months since they had separated. He picked up the phone.“Hi… Swati… this side…” A trembling voice from the other side said.“Ya... I know…...
It was 5th September 1980 when Tanisha , the daughter of the village Sarpanch came back to her village back after completing her higher studies from Chennai. Being the daughter of the Sarpanch everyone had gathered for her welcome and between th...
I could escape this. Yes, I could’ve escaped this. I should be tensed. Actually, I am tensed. Tensed -because I might have to leave. That this; would be over too soon. I love this part of my life. I feel guilty about this, but no, I am NOT ho...