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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We Made A Home

We made a home, You and I, We made love therein, You and I, We made our children then, You and I, We made memories for them, You and I.     We paid the mortgages off, You and I, We taught them all, You and I, We soothed their hurt knees, You and I,…

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When Words Become Pretentious

I’m generally a very loquacious person. I love words and I love expressing myself in as many words as possible. But today words seem superfluous, artificial and inept, as if there are no words in the dictionaries of the world, nothing in the history of language itself that can express what I want conveyed to someone.…

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