Category: My Story
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The Girl In The Black
Rahul woke up first, with his bruised and dented thoughts. Unsure of what was being pursued? The thoughts, the idea, the likeliness or the augmentation. It was a conundrum, this love. He sat and watched the freckled face, still soundly asleep next to him. Pillowed on the arm of his hands. Except for the apparent…
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The Man In A Portrait
It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled of…
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The Unwritten Diary
Sometimes it’s better to leave the pages of history blank. Some excerpts are better off unwritten. Better off as an “unwritten diary”.
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An excerpt from the diary of an introvert
Dawn to dusk I stand staring at the walls. Surrounded by the souls of the hunted and the haunted. Walls and the barricades inbound- home to office, desk to the bed. To and fro I move around. As the sun rises from the east the gloomy faces brighten up with their joyful clinking up of…
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The bird that didn’t fly
It was in the year 1997. The world was a bit laid-back. The struggles real and turmoils active. Cats were yet to rule the world. Media was in frenzy, while the Indian political environment was unfolding. Sachin was still a master blaster, wherein his Sharjah innings were yet to happen. Hockey was still a paramount…
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A Real Man
“Well let me take you in on a secret,” said the Fool. “You think people are fed up with a guy like that ‘Freak’ who is the epitome of hopelessness. It’s exactly the opposite. People are utterly taken with his careless, slovenly yet genuine ways. So am I !”
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