Now that you are here my daughter…

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My eyes are adjusting to your presence. The moment when I held you in my hands for the first time seems like a dream. Your being is so surreal that I have to see you again and again to make sure that you are not a figment of my imagination. Your crying sounds like a creaking door and

A house in the photographs

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I believe that our home is like our mind. It turns overwhelming after a while. Maybe because of passage of time or because of the limited capability of our brain to run in a thousand different directions, we end up stacking a lot of memories in boxes and forget them. Ditto for our home. But

Forgotten Heroes – Tuffy and Pigeon

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There were times when Tuffy could not believe that he was sleeping on the road, fighting with stray dogs over tiny morsels of food. He lived in a mansion once, where everyone sang and danced, where he was once made an umpire in a game about which he had no idea (all he knew was

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 boy who did not believe in love

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Up was Down On 16 Feb, 2013 Geet and I completed three years of our married life. Doesn't sound like a big achievement, does it? After all there are couples who have spent 50 years together, where the last 10 years of their togetherness have been spent revisiting the potty training manuals, taking

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

Report Card of my Mistress

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To tell you the truth, I was not expecting a readership when I came back after 2 years of blogging break. I bet a lot of you don’t know that this blog was dormant from Jan 2009 to Oct 2011. I wanted to finish my novel before it poisoned my brain. I had to throw

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,

The vocabulary I thought I would never understand

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Children, the ultra energetic innocence on two feet, scare me at times. I do not have a child of my own, not yet, although the clan is raising its voice vociferously from the last few months. My sister-in-law came from USA for a month to spend some time with voltage fluctuations, power cuts, scorching heat,