Guest Post Fridays: Love Dies Hard

The Pied Writer It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding…

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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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