This Is Not A Love Story – Part 17

I wrenched the door open, only to find you standing at the threshold… For the first time perhaps, ever since I’d come to know you, you looked worried. Your face was drawn, you looked preoccupied and your lips were trembling. But the one, sure-shot way of knowing that you were feeling insecure, I had learnt,…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 16

‘You want information on that deceased girl? I can give it to you… but for a price.’   Tukaram had told us. It took us by surprise that he, a Police Constable, was willing to trade information. But for a price, who wouldn’t? Everybody wants to make a quick buck, and everything comes with a…

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This is not a Love Story – Part 15

Malhotra had my new number… The sudden realization had my brain whirring into activity. Of course! Why hadn’t I thought of it before? While Suhana was never able to obtain my new number, how had her father managed that? And why didn’t he tell Suhana about it? But it wasn’t the why that had me…

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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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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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Red

  Red was the color I wore on our day, Red on my body, Red on my forehead, Red, was the color of your lust that first night, When Red trickled forth from between my thighs,     Red too was the color, I ken, When your hand would strike my conscience, my body, my face, And…

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