Of Compromises and Love…

Shubhadra had always found the summers strange. It seemed to change everyone around her. Her father left for his office before his usual fixed time, and her mother together with her grandmother finished their morning chores by 9 A.M. and that gave them all the more time to monitor her actions and point out all... Continue Reading →

Writing, and Accepting the Rejections…

Acceptance. And once, he was advised by a friend to write on topics that would be well received. Accepted by all unanimously, or at least, be read. Of course, he knew of such topics, and above all of the importance of being accepted. He didn't blink while his friend did the talking. He listened intently... Continue Reading →

Yearning to meet again…

Some goodbyes, irrespective of their recurrence on umpteenth occasions, are not just hard; they kill you. They kill you every time you say them, and the very inkling of them kills you even before you really utter them. The mere thought that every welcome has a goodbye to it seems to take away a hefty... Continue Reading →

A meaningful clutch

Why can't all the promises and commitments be as pure as the ones made by a few weeks old baby, by clutching all his fingers, using all his might just to get a good hold of your finger. This has always made me think as┬áto why does a baby go for a single finger and... Continue Reading →

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