If God had not given us the sense of touch

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We would have not known goosebumps by a child’s touch. We would have beaten up a child and he wouldn't have cried much. We would have kissed without our hearts managing a flutter. We would have sought new forms of tortures that served us better. We would have held hands and not felt sensations. We would have

The Windowpane

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Pinky sat inside a huge concrete pipe lying aimlessly at the side of a road. She was looking at the water which was collecting near her foot, disturbed constantly by the raindrops falling harshly from the sky. Last year when it started raining, she made paper boats and sent them on voyages. This year was

A Real Love Story: My entry for the Get Published contest – Message in a pen

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Love always comes with a dressing of optimism. Pile of doubts and looming dreadful confrontations do not mar the optimistic fluttering hearts of lovers. The gang of ten was two concentric circles - eight of us as a surreptitious circumference around Saahil and Neelam.  We savored their melting. We were elated when their meetings multiplied,