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It was the first day of summer vacation and I had been left to my own devices. Usually that would be a best-case scenario but my vacations didn’t coincide with my friends so they were still in school and would be for another three days. Until then, I had little but the TV to entertain…
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The house was in a mess. Urmilla knew it wasn’t her fault. They had shifted into the house only yesterday and no one would expect it to look in tip top shape. Except for her. She would expect that from herself. She huffed out a breath and told herself to calm down. It didn’t help…
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Pandit Karma Prasad was sitting to one side of the havan, murmuring shlokas that Arjun, Sanjana and Radha couldn’t understand, adding ingredients that looked like he was cooking something scrumptious. Radha’s stomach wailed in agreement.
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Mr. Metson looked up when the door opened and shut with a violence unknown to the tucked into a corner – where only those seeking its doors could see it – library. It was Mrs. Agarwal, red in the face, panting, flapping her hands in front of her face to cool herself down.
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Kabir’s house was in chaos when he stepped inside after a gruelling day of work. His boss had been in a mood, half his team was down with the flu and the agency who was supposed to have sent him the deck for his boss had mysteriously misplaced the entire forty-eight slide PPT. Yes, it…
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The appearance of one Arjun Gupta in her dream unbalanced Rashmi so much that she completely discarded her morning ritual of burning incense sticks while talking to Gaia, using lavender oil on her pulse points to soothe her mind and choosing a crystal that best represented the energy of the day.
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“We’re forty now,” she said, apropos nothing. “Yes, we are. Well…you are. I still have,” she checked her watch, “four months to go.”
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