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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 13

“Suhana’s dead… and I’m at the police Station.” It knocked the wind out of you. Your next words were babble, half-formed, incoherent thoughts that reflected the state of confusion you were in, “You din… impossib… Oh my God! No…” “Pihu, I didn’t do it! She committed suicide… Listen, I really can’t talk now. They’ve brought…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 12

I woke up to sounds of thudding and a pounding head…. It took me a few seconds to realise that the thudding was Sushant at the other end, and that he was screaming something too which my fuzzy brain was still unable to grasp. Somewhere between frantically searching for Suhana and wailing over my foolishness, I…

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This Is Not a Love Story – Part 11

Her father’s number was flashing on my screen… I didn’t want to take this call. I didn’t want to at all. What did he want from me now? Why call me when he knew I had left her? I knew why, of course. He would blame her leaving home on me and call me names.…

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Fear of the Road: Street Harassment

Hello Everyone, We have in the past few days witnessed a series of unfortunate events occurring in India that have put us to shame the world over. And I will not be wrong, I think, in pointing out that this isn’t the first time that the roads in India or one entire gender in India…

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Sticky Situations – Part 8

2 months later…   “Yes, I’ve shifted from there now. My new office would have been way too far from there.” She was walking back home from a little grocery shopping and an evening stroll. “Yeah…It’s been a long time since we saw each other. You should come over. My place is in Swarna Nagri,…

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Sticky Situations – Part 6

#fiction, #humor, #crime, #violence, #romance Saturday, Saturday, when will it be Saturday… She drummed her fingers on the calendar hanging on the wall. She traced the outline of the date with her finger as if it were a tangible thing. It was still only Thursday night. Saturday was still far away. Worse still, Kirat had…

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