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A choice between India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh‘One’s motherland, like one’s mother tongue is the one that is always meant to appear the sweetest to one. Like bees possessed with the pursuit of honey, ones motherland always finds a way of...
The following is neither a story nor an article. It is an adventure, the beginning – the Journey of hope. Where does it start? Here I am, in the secure darkness of my life-giver’s womb, awaiting the light I must inevitably see.It’s pitch d...
She had loved and lost. It was all coming back now. Nothing could be more pathetic than this...She sat down, to catch her breath. She had been walking for a long time now…even running at times. From what she knew not?! Her body shook with grea...
Off to School, A Dog and No More Sweets?I do not recall being particularly alarmed at the prospect of ‘going to school’ at the age of 4, and was probably motivated by Satudada in a roundabout way.Being a typically inquisitive 3 to 4 year old...
“Don’t compare your love story to those you watch in movies. They are written by script writers, yours is written by GOD”The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way caref...
Today while coming to work by auto at 8 am, I decided to take the unusual route. Not sure what made me take this decision. Lost in my thoughts, I was wondering…how will the day go ahead? Will I be able to make it fruitful? Will I meet the comm...
At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With a panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroa...
“Beauty or Love”, was the only thing that was whirling in charlie‘s mind . then he came to know that he was lost in the zoo. Charlie was a bachelor from Germany . He had come to a field trip to Henry Doorly zoo , Omaha , U.S.A . It is the ...
The morning dew had just settled on the leaves of the deciduous trees, indigenous to the region. 0430 hours. He still had two hours of sentry duty left.He sat on the cold ground with his back against a tree. This gave him respite from the aches ...
I stared at the butterfly. It was so pretty, so colourful, so untouched... so small. I trapped it in my hand and felt the tickle. Its life was in my hands now. I could kill it and spare it the misery of living in this cruel world or I could let ...