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The newspaper lay open on the breakfast table, its edges slightly crumpled from the force with which it had been unfolded. Vishakha had read the headline once, then again, and then a third time – slower, more deliberate – as if repetition might somehow change what was printed before…
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The aircraft taxied slowly across the runway, the faint hum of its engines settling into a low vibration beneath their feet. Mumbai greeted them with its usual haze – warm,… Read More
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The lounge was bathed in the quiet warmth of the afternoon sun. Light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass, soft and golden, stretching long across the polished floor and settling gently… Read More
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The return to Mumbai was quieter than their departure. There was no excitement this time – only a quiet anticipation of returning to a place she had slowly begun to… Read More
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Kolkata was the same – alive, chaotic, humming with a rhythm that never truly slowed – but for Sameer and Naina, something within them had shifted. Kamarpukur had left behind… Read More
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Naina had only ever read in books about people whose faces seemed to reflect their kindness; an enduring charm that did not fade with age, where wrinkles only added depth… Read More
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Anger… It was an emotion not new to Sameer Maheshwari. He had been angry several times before – at an young age when he had realized that his mother had… Read More
About Me
A journey with words that started in March 2018 has been flourishing with different explorations, and this brings me to the world of blogging.Read More