After completing the required formalities I ambled to the cafeteria with my walking stick, and sat on a chair as coffee was served. My tremors had increased in the past…
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Sweet melodies sound discordant, Gentle zephyr has turned errant, Sublime moon seems coldly distant. Blooming springs are hushed and replaced by a frigid winter, Dark clouds of despair infiltrate…
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“Tring…!” rang the phone punctuating the silence in the house. Shekar muted his office meeting and rushed to the living room to pick up his phone. “Hello! Is this Mani’s…
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“Achoo!” Santa’s nose was swollen red and his body was burning with fever. Christmas had been a grand success but unfortunately, Santa was down with the flu. “I’d told you…
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Mon Amour! Let’s weave our story in verses, dreary is the world mortal, Sculpting a fluid haven we’ll journey across realms surreal, Our souls would be garlanded with fragrant lyrical…
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January’s prompt by Beyond the Box required us to write Poetry/ Prose without the letter E. Here’s my take in Poetry and Prose 𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝟭 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 : 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳…
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Book: The Red Ganges Author: Monalisa Joshi Publisher: Chrysanthemum Chronicles Number of Pages: 275 The Red Ganges’ by Monalisa Joshi is the first book in ‘The Red Ganges’ duology. The…
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“ My Nama is Cinnamon” is a heartwarming story of a thirteen-year-old boy named Roshan Rishikesh Paranjape nicknamed “ Cinnamon” by his parents. Cinnamon is adopted and raised by a…
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“Honey! I wish to drown in the deepest blue of your eyes and wallow forever in bliss. I’m deeply and madly in love with you,” said Mark and gently stroked…
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The bleached sky seems to sing dirges as mellow snowflakes descend without making any noise. Brown and brittle leaves lay scattered all across the yard. Cool crisp winter air sweeps…