Place: The mythological museum – Gopalapuri As I stood in front of a very realistic portrayal of Baby Krishna, opening his mouth…
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“I am tired of the bad press! Drinking black coffee makes you a psychopath!” The coffee lamented. “Well, caffeine is definitely not something…
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Nalini turned the key to the door and impatiently rang the bell when she realized that once again the door was latched from…
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“Come -on ! choose ! Big or small?” Her fingers wagged under my nose second time in as many hours that day. ” Honestly,…
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I stood sleek and tall as the last of the nut and bolt was driven home. I occupied the pride of place in…
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‘Thank God it’s Friday’, the thought crossed Charu’s mind as she entered her apartment complex balancing her laptop bag, a lunch bag, and…
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The men came as they usually did. The father knew that he would be picked today. So, he called his family close to…
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Nilesh absent-mindedly smiled his thanks as Anil, his co-worker, placed a glass of tender coconut water by his side. He played around with…
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“Shilpa’s concepts are like the muddy waters collected under the subways post a downpour. IX standard would be tough,” the teacher said with…
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Tara applied the kohl. She tapped gently the hanging flesh below her eyes, the puffiness was all too evident. Well, I can’t do…