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This story is a part of an anthology. Buy My Book The Tales and Musings of a Small Town Girl – Click Here. – December 9, 2013 The haze cleared and she saw the cluster of fine-looking purple carnations hanging from the balcony of her old class room. She parked her car outside the main gate and she
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Our differences began when we were in preschool. Aishwarya always chose music, and I was the one who danced and told stories. She liked pink, and I liked white. She preferred strawberry flavoured dessert and I always went for chocolate. She always wore her hair in elegant long curls, mine was usually pulled back in
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“You ever been in a tragic accident?” “Nope.” “Ever been in and out of any life threatening situation?” “Nope.” “Watched a friend die?” “Nope.” “A childhood without love and care?” “Nope.” “Had a pet that you were made to give up forcibly?” “Nope” “Have you had the pain of not wanting to let go but
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“Bala, you OK?”, I heard a distant voice. I didn’t want to reply and take the conversation any further. Actually, I couldn’t reply. There was a huge lump in my throat and it was getting heavier. I didn’t like that. It made me feel weak and helpless. I sat there in silence, breathing heavily. It
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Sometimes, occasionally, very very occasionally, I imagine what it must have been like if you had lived a little longer or least until I was born. I don’t t even know you even half as much as I should. So I can’t exactly sort out my feelings for you. Is it love? Longing? Disappointment? Anger?
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Some people have traumatic childhood experiences from which they learn how not to do things without adult supervision. While some others (who are obviously are the smarter ones) learn from the mistakes of others. It was a very normal Thursday evening after school. My six year old brother and I were playing in the neighborhood park. As
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So it’s that time of the year again I guess. Parents and students all over the country have never been so hype. It happens every year. It’s like a three month Carnival. From the Beginning of the board exams, enrolling for all the entrance examinations and then signing up for classes that help you crack
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I’m spiritually materialistic. Go ahead and criticize me for it, but there is one thing you cannot change. My faith. I was raised in a really strong spiritual ambience. I was born on the day next to Christmas, went to a Catholic run preschool and attended a very orthodox Vaishnavite High school. Mughal History fascinates
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The best feeling of my childhood was waking up on the first day of the summer vacation and jumping out of bed to see that my cousins had already arrived and were having a noisy breakfast. We were little gangsters, actually, we were much more than that. When we were seven, we spent our afternoons
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It was all easier when I was twelve years old. My dreams seemed close, my ambitions were very clear and I had a very dominant tone of confidence and style. I wrote with my heart, I seemed happy about myself and I felt safe. But now, at nineteen I feel lost, clueless and confused. My
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