The Stain of Love

“Goodness! Could you be anymore clumsy?” she snatched a piece of tissue paper from the holder and started to dab hurriedly at the stain that she knew was going to set into her beloved silk sari. Aargh! Her sari… ruined by her husband’s inattentiveness… Her Husband… always annoying, always clumsy, and always forgetful… Could he…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 17

I wrenched the door open, only to find you standing at the threshold… For the first time perhaps, ever since I’d come to know you, you looked worried. Your face was drawn, you looked preoccupied and your lips were trembling. But the one, sure-shot way of knowing that you were feeling insecure, I had learnt,…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 16

‘You want information on that deceased girl? I can give it to you… but for a price.’   Tukaram had told us. It took us by surprise that he, a Police Constable, was willing to trade information. But for a price, who wouldn’t? Everybody wants to make a quick buck, and everything comes with a…

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This is not a Love Story – Part 15

Malhotra had my new number… The sudden realization had my brain whirring into activity. Of course! Why hadn’t I thought of it before? While Suhana was never able to obtain my new number, how had her father managed that? And why didn’t he tell Suhana about it? But it wasn’t the why that had me…

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Home

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​Maybe home is nothing but a pair of eyes looking straight into yours, like they can see right through you. Read the darkest of your secrets, buried somewhere, lost ages ago. And you’re scared what if they find something they don’t like. Don’t worry, You’re home now. This is no place…

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