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It took two months for Chanderi to purge her system of Chiranjeev. After sixty days in purgatory, life found its rhythm and the ache she’d sometimes feel seeing the empty side of her bed settled. It helped that she was thoroughly occupied by Pihu’s wedding. Today was a special day because the bride-to-be would be…
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It was a Tuesday afternoon. His students were in nap time for about thirty minutes and it felt like he could finally take his first real breath of the day.
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Chanderi and Pihu had migrated to the bridal suite. It was 5 AM and the wedding planners had promised them a refund of 25% if they emptied the haveli by 10. So, everyone was in their rooms, trying to find all errant earrings, nose pins, sindoor dibiyas and dry coconuts to ensure they left by…
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Chanderi was staring at Chiranjeev’s name on her palm as everyone around her lost their collective marbles. The parents had been informed and were in a conference with the relatives. She didn’t want to know what picture they were painting of her, or Chiranjeev or her decision. She curiously felt outside of herself, disconnected from…
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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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