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This girl loves the monsoon like crazy. People close to her know that she rushes into the first shower with gay abandon. The anticipation itself brings a smile on her face. All her senses get awakened to feast on this nature’s delight. The sweet petrichor, the pleasure of having roasted corn/ crunchy pakoras …pure bliss! You just need to soak in it ( Read more... )

Once upon an invincible summer ( Read more... )

A botched up operation lead to the tumbling of foetal skeletons from the closest river bed. Nineteen in total; wrapped in blue plastic bags; left open to decompose. It took the law ten years to reach the slaughter house they called a hospital. The haunted hidden basements had witnessed more than forty murders under the guise of MTP. The vials gave ( Read more... )

Opening the door with my spare keys I was greeted by fake smiles and their enthusiasm unnerved me a bit. Usually, I get the “we didn’t even noticed you enter” treatment. I rushed to freshen myself. When I came back to serve myself dinner, I became aware that they were nudging each other. One look in their direction and I knew the subject matter.

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                    The start needs to be good; the one that compels the reader to explore the world that you have created. Isn’t it true? And then the characters that inhabit your world should make the reader stay, get involved and take this journey with you. Are you with me on this?

From status messages which got likes,to random ( Read more... )

                                          My first impressions are always duh! A chubby, casually dressed female who looks lost in her own world. You can call me shy. Though I would love to be this hot girl who everyone wants to befriend and all; but mostly I keep to myself in a group. My one on one interaction is better. I am a great listener, a ( Read more... )

“Love Hurts”

We were basking in the sun after climbing the rickety stairs which took us to the top of the water-tank. It was our space, away from the maddening land-lady. Occasional breeze would send shivers down our spine and we would giggle like school kids. The place hopefully still keeps our secret rendezvous safe in her granite. We had our ( Read more... )

Life is an equation in which the only thing constant is the variables ( Read more... )

“Ae Dil Hai Mushkil Jeena Yahan, Zara Hat Ke, Zara Bach Ke
Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan"1

Living in this city for more than two decades has made me realize that I have unwittingly fallen in love with it. I may crib; I may rant; but at the end of the day I’ll stand up for the “spirit” of Mumbai and blend into the crowd to be proudly called a “ ( Read more... )