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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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My Darling Crook

It’s that something, In your eyes, That something, In your smile, That naughty something, In the twitch of your nose, In that tilt of your lips.   That something in, The way my name, Rolls through your, Velvet tongue, Rests on the cusp, Of your soft, Dewey lips.   It’s that something, In your presence,…

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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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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 10

“You’ll regret leaving me…”   She had left, Suhana, but her words and haggard face were still with me, seared in my brain, hanging on the tip of my tongue like a bitter pill that I had to swallow, that I must swallow if I was to move forward. And I did. I swallowed… I…

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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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