I was in my late teens when my love affair with all things antiquated and ancient began. My extended family found my penchant…
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“Oh…a transistor,” Sangeeta exclaimed. Despite the dust and the discomfort, she was enjoying this task thoroughly. It allowed her to see some real…
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“What kind of mother leaves a child and goes for a training programme? Is it that important?” Hema heard her mother-in-law talking about…
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Malathi looked ruefully at the pictures posted by her maternal cousin Menaka accompanied by a whole slew of hashtags: #makingmemories#mylove#holdiay2019#lifeisbeautiful#grateful. A tiny, weeny emotion in…
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Aarti sat dry eyed, watching from the window the swirling clouds as the plane steadily lost its height as it approached the city…
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A hopeful roar among the spectators of the home crowd rose in crescendo as the star among the batswomen, Meghna took her…
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“Do you want more *curry*?” she asked him the spoon hovering over the stainless steel *tiffin* box. It was late afternoon and…
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*Vastara?* The lined face reflected the agony, her withered, arthritic afflicted fingers plucked her housecoat, the eyes that were practically white with un-corrected…
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“The choice is yours. We will await your decision. We’re sorry.” I watched the white coated men leaving me and my son. Should…