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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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She’s lying on the bed because she’s in pain and her body has finally stopped responding to her signal of move, move, move. She is used to moving: whether to organize the household, organize her son’s day – because he may be twenty but that does not mean he can look after himself – organize…
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Dear Diary, Why is it that some days, despite everything you do, they just escape you? No matter how much you thrash around, trying to salvage it, it just cannot be saved.
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“I think I know what I want you to watch.” Gaurav looked up from the very important novel he was reading, hiding the sigh that almost escaped him. He did not want a repeat of the lecture he had gotten only yesterday.
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Parijat was sitting on her usual chair, a cup of tea and a saucer in her hands. She didn’t understand the point of a saucer but the latest kitty she had joined swore by the gracefulness of having tea with a cup and saucer. So, she had purchased a pretty blue and white set. Aravind…
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It had been a hard week for him. First his laptop crashed which meant the WIP he had been working on was lost. Before he could mourn that loss properly, he was given notice by his landlord that he needed to vacate the 1BHK he had been living in for five years because she had…
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