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Fire with its limitless guts-
It was a Saturday afternoon. Emotions ran high and hunger pangs were at it again. All it needed was just an inkling by a dull red matchstick to start a small fire at first. In the presence of fuel in the form of dry firewood from the mighty oak, the flames soon rose high from…
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Dear light-hearted,
It’s a little after 5am. Cool, crisp wind is blowing against the tall lamp post that has tumbled down on its own from its footing. It now illuminates the symmetrical concrete path from the ground level with its dull amber yellow. The other 3 rustic lamp posts are still standing tall guarding the square-shaped garden…
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To the welkin… And beyond
There is always that one friend who clicks pictures of the sky and the one who silently supports it. I mean who would not like to capture a multitude of colors on a small lens and save it for a lifetime? Every single time when I go for eating golgappa and try to stuff the…
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One day- Anywhere……
I have always wondered how people get their work done on a daily basis- the constant churn, waking up a particular time, getting breakfast at a particular time, leaving for work at a particular time and maintaining the same for every living day- till of course , one’s last breath. How come this particular routine…
The collapsed library 