• Reason number five sixty one

    Yuri didn’t want to be here. He really, really didn’t want to be here. But this wasn’t the first time his thoughts on a subject were discounted as irrelevant. So he tried to distract himself by staring at the wall in front of him. If his principal shifted just a little to the left, he’d…

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  • The pink stuff

    The pink stuff

    Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’ It was…

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  • The first time you heard music

    You know you’re off to a party when you smell your mother’s perfume. It’s the special one, you know this because she wears it occasionally. It’s a heavenly smell but you don’t have the words to describe it. It’s just special mom smell for you.

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  • The promise

    The promise

    She entered her bedroom and heaved a sigh, eyes closed, picturing the feel of the cool sheets on her bed and what a relief it would be to climb into them. The past three hours had drained her mental and emotional resources and she was looking forward to a quiet night. But there was a…

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  • Well done

    Well done

    When Meera’s name was called out, she closed her eyes, breathing through her mouth, bracing herself for the news. Opening her eyes, she saw the smiling face of her math teacher and couldn’t fathom why Shagun ma’am looked happy. “Well done,” she whispered as she handed the test paper to her student.

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  • Sound of silence

    Sound of silence

    Prerna was humming to herself tunelessly when her son decided to poke half his head into the kitchen. “Mom can you call Nikhil’s mom and tell her he’ll be spending the night?” She kept aside the ladle she was using to stir the stew, switched off the gas and wiped her hands. She ignored the…

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  • Today was a good day

    Today was a good day

    As soon as the doorbell rang, Pari ran from the bedroom as fast as her little feet could carry her and clung to the nearest part of her father – his leg – she could find. Rudra, laughing, dropped his bag and umbrella in the interest of picking up his daughter, and swung her up…

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