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 toΒ BengaluruΒ 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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This is Not a Love Story – Part 2

You hung up. Finally! Took forever. I couldn’t wait to start a conversation. So I lowered my voice a notch to make it sound butter smooth, yet gravelly. I wanted to make an impression, see? I mumbled, “So how’re you doing today?”, a little too close to your ear, and you instinctively leaned back towards…

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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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