Episode -7 Manasa Somewhere far away, there were sounds of a musical instrument being played, soft, lilting tones that rose with the evening breeze and sent a shiver of delight down the spine of anyone who was in the vicinity and fortunate enough to listen. Nobody could say where the magic of the evening came from – whether...
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By Priya Giribalan I want some change in life. And so do you. So, instead of giving you the story chronologically, I just reversed it. Yes, you read it right! Just read every line of this story in reference to the next line. Things will fall in place. No, you can’t? Even after a careful reading, you still can’t figure it out?...
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By Mridula Arjun A drop on my lips, For my desires never end, A drop on my eye, For I never stop seeing, A drop on my neck, It trickles further down, The last drops of rain. Oh! Don’t stop now. A drop on the cello, As it plays on alone, A drop on the chair, That never stopped rocking, A drop on the pane, To read the dust...
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My dearest chickoo, Today, our neighbor Swetha delivered a baby girl. Mother and child are doing fine. I had gone to visit them. Seeing that cute little miracle reminded me of the very first day I held you in my hands. Oh you smelt so sweet! The fragrance of pure, unadulterated Innocence. You clasped my hand with your tiny fingers....
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By Sridevi Datta This is her School bag As heavy as lead. It carries Papa’s dreams, It carries Mama’s hopes, It carries her laughter Long forgotten and dead. This is her report Card, It was given today, Filled with all ‘F’s, Underlined and red, And many more tears, Shed and unshed. She dreads the promises She has to...
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