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A hot summer day. Cold ice cream in your hand. I see the dichotomy even in old photo. But opposites terrify me now. Those deafening noises of newsrooms. Absolute silence from you. Buzzing activity of the courtroom. The chilling stillness of your crime. This world always divides everything into two extremes. They say a warm…
Her most prized possession, her first toy, lay nestled amidst several prizes and awards that adorned the showcase of her comfortably plush home. It was a hand-me-down, a worn out and ragged teddy bear made of soft fur. The kind that was manufactured in thousands at the biggest toy factory of her city, which she…
He was lying motionless on the hospital bed; only sign of life in him, the rising and falling of his chest, was also assisted by a ventilator. Just a glimpse of his inebriated face, before that dreaded accident, before her whole life had fallen apart was enough to haunt her for two years. Yet today,…
She had bid a tearful goodbye with henna covered hands; he had waved back, his eyes reflecting his heavy heart…that was their last time together.. His memories flooded her being as train left the station. Sleeping on his lap telling silly stories; chasing butterflies and dancing in the rain… his hot pakoras and cool milkshakes,…
He laughed when they questioned him about darkness.. they couldn’t fathom the light that filled his world; the spark in his words and brilliance of his intellect could ignite any impressionable young mind…. His warm, radiant smile belied the unquenchable fire in his belly as he added laurels to his kitty throughout his life.. Writer,…
“I got some colours and pichkari for you” “ No I can’t take them. Your mother will not like it. Besides my father said he will buy me everything in evening once his payment comes” “But today is holiday for all workers. Don’t worry, my mother will not notice as we have so many colours…
Time flies as you watch by, faces change before you ask why; the person in your mirror is not a lie, but it hard not to wonder-\”oh, my my….\” Life plays a strange game, the only constant being your name… Watching helplessly as circumstances tame, praying wishfully to remain the same.. Change peeps in conceitedly…
Time flies as you watch by, faces change before you ask why; the person in your mirror is not a lie, but it hard not to wonder-\”oh, my my….\” Life plays a strange game, the only constant being your name… Watching helplessly as circumstances tame, praying wishfully to remain the same.. Change peeps in conceitedly…
That gleam in your eyes says the day has begun, with a promise of lots of mischief and fun.. Your outstretched arms seek a new muse; chubby little fingers relentlessly put to use.. Whether splashing water gleefully from a puddle, or meddling with a toy; solving a new riddle.. Restless hands work in an unhurried…
I have not read much in genres of either history or biographies and I don\’t know anything about aviation. So my reason for picking up this book was pure curiosity about what went behind one of the most significant inventions of last century that changed the world- an aeroplane. But I am so glad I…