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She looked at the garbage bin, wide eyed & hungry. There it was , a torn up brown bag with a leftover sandwich from maybe a week ago. But she really did not care and at once slithered across the dismal and empty road. She hastened quietly, t...
It was a cold wintry night in the suburbs of Frankfurt, Germany and Christmas season was in the air. The stars were scattered all over and little snow white lace dollies were relentlessly showering .The tall and bony pine trees covered with dots...
“Now other things don't matter. Time to pay back, to smile things off but to learn from the time gone!” Prerna stumbled out of her bed...ostracized stance, exacerbated steps. The kitchen wasn't far and the coffee wasn't much atop. The milk a...
It was the year, When i was in 10thclass. The year in which I was going toappear in The Board's exam. I waspreparing for my coaching's firstday,and continuosly Thinking in my mindThat how will be the teacher going to bethere,How will the student...
OF CHAMPAGNE AND CHICKEN CURRY.The phone rang just as I was about to depart for my lecture. It would not be a hyperbole to confess here that my lectures at the University have become quite popular of late. My car keys which were lying on the din...
A thrill ride It was just another ordinary day in my ordinary life. I was driving my car to my office, after dropping my kids at school. Everything is predictable in my life. My life is so well-planned that I can tell what I will be doing i...
"Please take it, Megha. I went through a lot of trouble to get this for you." Rehan pleads.I just ignore it and get out of bed and look around for my clothes. Last night should have been wild as I see my clothes strewn all around the room, along...
I was very hungry last Friday evening and wanted to eat something not too heavy. The only thing I could see around was a Tripod on footpath on which paani puris were being sold. Considering the traffic around, pollution in the air and paani puri...
All that, I had was only the memories of her....ways along a broken angel. Her words were revolving,saying ''eehh why did you dare to talk her". It was all about the status that I couldn't have. she was no more. The only different things were...
"Is it 6 am already?!" Smita thought to herself as she placed the pillow over her ears to drown the noise of her mother's calls to wake her up.. After what seemed like only a few moments she was pulled out of bed by her mother, wailing and kicki...