BlogchatterA2Z
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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 should stop, I tell myself. I scroll through AG’s stories. I pause at a story where they are posing with a girl in a bikini. Something ugly rises inside me. But I don’t stop. God I’m being pathetic. I should stop, I tell myself again.
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I love my brother. Don’t get me wrong. I do love him. And he’s my older brother so the regard and love I have for him aren’t something I can explain. But he’s a stubborn bull and if he locks his feet in, no matter how much I drag, he won’t budge. He. Will. Not.…
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“There she is, my entertainment provider,” said Swarup to his granddaughter. He didn’t remember anymore that she was his granddaughter but he remembered, vaguely, that when she came to his room, she brought gifts along.
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I’m sitting in the drawing room. I can hear the whirring of the fan. The sound of someone racing their motorcycle on the road twenty floors below wafts in through the open balcony door. It’s neither hot nor cold, dry or humid. It’s a perfect Bombay afternoon. It’s a slow work day. It’s my perfect…
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Girish had taken work from home that day. He was unwell and he had this intense need to cook a three-course dinner for his wife. Today was a special day for her, she was winning an award for employee of the year. He knew she thought she was being given the award because her organization…
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