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It was done. Chanderi had told him what had been troubling her since the time she had stepped foot inside the haveli. The tears on his face had made ugly guilt raise its head inside her but it had been the right call. It would be hell, breaking the news to their loved ones and…
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Chiranjeev was vibrating with joy and excitement. Right from his parents, to his cousins, friends and colleagues, all had teased him about his bordering on obnoxious happiness. But he had let it all slide. He was happy. He was allowed to glow. He was allowed to swim in it if he so wished.
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It seemed like the sun and breeze had made a pact that morning because the weather was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold, just right. It reminded Chanderi of Goldilocks and she wondered if the story was too childish for Chiranjeev’s students. They were about 8 or 9 and if you believed him,…
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Her room was in chaos. Her mother and mausi were sitting on the bed, talking over each other, the gold in their sarees shimmering in the tube light. Her younger cousins were in front of the mirror, checking each other’s eye liners and working hard to match the thickness of the lines on the eyelids.…
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The haveli in front of Chanderi looked like it had sauntered off a Karan Johar set and planted itself such that it became the very definition of picturesque. It was tall and a gentle noncontroversial grey colour that only served to enhance the trellis above the double doors filled with bright green leaves. She could…
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Ah it’s that time of the year again where I go a little crazier than usual. Its time to do a theme reveal for the mega blogging challenge – BlogchatterA2Z! Since I started blogging in 2017, I have been a fan of this month-long challenge. It happens in the month of April and the rules…
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I am undecided on how this makes me feel but exactly like dad, I have come to love window shopping. One of my self-care routines is to put a bunch of makeup in my Nykaa cart before removing it a week later. If it’s not Nykaa, then I’m window shopping a phone, or a dress…
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