What my childhood gave me, what it made me see, the playful days amidst the summer trees, the innocent talks of blissful frenzy ,when hurting one another meant snatching a candy, transformed to simple illusions. The...
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Stories From childhood
We are busy with our lives now, but every time we slip away from reality - a drink alone, a sleepless hour, or a moment of deep introspection (why write a statement of purpose, when life has no purpose?), the dam of...
If you could be an ice cream, which one would you be? A Haagen-Dazs - sinful and extravagant? A Baskin Robbins - sumptuous and tempting? Or a Naturals’ – desi and atavistic of your childhood?
Half an hour later, I stumble upon this cardboard box. It has a faintly visible writing upon it. I can’t read it because it is kind of dark. Power cut, yeah. I lift the box and bring it to the window. The box is lab...
She looks up at me without a hint of recognition. The twinkle in her eyes all gone, the hair all disheveled and the once spotless white sari now bearing stains of negligence.