The Words Of A Friend: You & Me Tag

It was a stuffy Sunday night somewhere in Mumbai. I was sweating like I had waterfalls running from each of my pores, more so because of the stiff cotton sari that I was wearing to the event where I was at. And also because it was, well, Mumbai, where out of the 12 months of…

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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 14

The police aren’t giving much away but it seems that the deceased had overdosed on alcohol and drugs, as well as cut her wrists in order to commit suicide… My ears had started to ring. Overdosed? Drugs?! The deceased has also left a suicide note. However, it’s contents are not being revealed to the Public.…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 9

To say that that Sunday was the best day of my life would have been no understatement… You were with me, like ‘with’ me, we had exchanged numbers, looks, moments and other details, and I had this warm fuzzy feeling in my belly like a lazy cat gets when it’s had a tummy-full of warm…

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Acts of Kindness

“Drat!”, he cursed with a feeling, even as the 6th autorickshaw denied him a ride. “What am I going to do with these?” He looked at the two 1000 Rupee bills and the lone 500 Rupee bill he had in his hand. He felt like trashing them. The night before, the Prime Minister had announced…

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