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Kneeling next to the shattered remains of his dada’s favourite tea cup, Radha looked up at Sheetal tai full of disdain. He had told her repeatedly not to bother him with her inane problems. But when she had come to his room, all teary eyed and wringing her hands like she would twist them off…
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It was recess. The corridors were filled with cacophony of students screaming from a sugar rush, teachers trying to maintain some discipline without being overbearing and intermittent slaps and ball dribbling. In the middle of all this noise sat two boys from the sixth grade. They were seeking Radha’s particular brand of expertise to look…
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Today was a special day. Radha was starting seventh grade – for the second time. He wasn’t upset. He didn’t think it proved his odd behaviour meant he was cracked in the head – even though his dadi had lamented the fact, loudly and repeatedly. In fact he didn’t even really understand why she thought…
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Recently, I took an interview with a writer and filmmaker who compared writing to devotion – saying that any type of art is possible only when you surrender yourself to the art and let it guide you through the process.
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Every time I hit publish on a blog post, I am visited by this bug of checking my stats every five minutes to know how many views, visitors, comments and likes I have got.
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Meet Rishidhar Arpita Dinanath Hose Agarwal – Radha for short. He is a thirteen year old boy with an active imagination – so active that he had to be kept back in the seventh grade because he couldn’t rein it in for the requisite twenty-one hours; the time taken by examinations. As a result he’s…
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While interviewing a long-time blogger, she said something very interesting – so interesting that it is stuck in my head. She said that while writing is a solitary exercise, blogging is a social activity. Though I had been blogging for about 11 months when I had that interview with her, it really struck me then…
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