Of Sounds That Stay – Part Two

In her village, across the street where Sri used to live, lived Mr Naresh. Till she was thirteen, she had thought that his name was ‘Seth Ji’ for everyone around her used to call him that. It was only when a few Christian Nuns had begun to come to her village, to teach students like... Continue Reading →

An Imitative Act…

From the sixth floor of his office, Saksham sees people, dragging themselves towards their office. Most of them dawdling, as if reluctant to enter the place. They seem to have forgotten the time when they had laboured to be given a chance to work there -- revision of the concepts, shortlisting of the resume, calls... Continue Reading →

Our final limitation.

Every single one around us, despite their popularity, valour, vulnerabilities and humour, become utterly helpless in the face of death and deal with it in their own peculiar way. Some prudent ones at once understand the frivolousness of life and even start living their own lives after hearing of someone's demise. Others simply mourn over... Continue Reading →

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