Ishita
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Girl on the street
We gaze into computers and mobiles the whole day, when do you get the time to see any one, let alone see any one interesting. I am look back at the past year and think back as to who was it, whom i can term to be positively interesting, one who has left an impact…
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Retiring Gently, Not Abruptly
How do you want to retire? I don’t want to retire when I’m tired. I want to retire when I’m ready. Full, not finished. I think about retirement sometimes. Not in spreadsheets or pension plans—but in colours and feelings. I don’t want to retire because a calendar says so. Or because the world has decided…
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Acceptance – Part 2
After spending so many years with her Aniruddh still was not able to understand this woman. She had issues. He was a pragmatic man. Working hard for his family, loved his kids, took care of his home. His wife was just his wife. He didn’t have any special feelings for her but he did care…
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Acceptance
It is a sombering realisation after spending a solid time in any relationship , that your presence as an individual does not really matter. The title of the relationship holds importance but who you are and what you feel does not count. Anjali had started doubting her existence. Her mere presence. To disappear from the…
fiction, hope, hopelessness, husband, loss, love, moving on, people, perception, romance, short story, story, thoughts, wife -
The Armchair Traveller
There’s a quiet kind of travel that doesn’t begin with a boarding pass. It starts with a book. A line in a film. A photograph pinned on someone else’s wall. You find yourself staring at a cobbled street in Prague or the curve of a balcony in Greece, and for a moment—only a moment—you are…
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Litany of Loss: Part I
Loss…. what does loss mean to me, wasted opportunities and missed chances. I have had a few brushes with this loss. Before delving into those experiences, i want to focus on one loss that is more of anticipation than an actual loss. Generally, i feel, words are the weakest medium of expression. But where words…









