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I had bought the cassette from a posh music store on Birhana Road in Kanpur on my 13th birthday. I had heard one of its songs on TV and had fallen in love with the poetry. Lucky for me, my birthday was close and I could arm-twist my uncle into buying it for me as …
For the longest time after I moved to Delhi, I did not understand the craze around Diwali gifting. The noise, crazy traffic, and crowded markets left me irritated and angry. But what I disliked the most is how impersonal these gifts were: a chocolate packet for people who may be diabetic, crystal glasses for people …
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I see them every afternoon while I wait outside the gate for the girls. They sit under a tree, just a few feet away from two large garbage drums. The drums were not there when they had first come in, they were placed there much later. By then, I suppose, it was too late for …
I hate goodbyes, I hate them with a vengance. They make me sick like nothing else does -- not even lizards and cockroaches. They make me helpless. Of course it doesn't mean anything. I have still had to say thousands of goodbyes in my comparatively small life. I have had to move away from people …
They say you die everyday, if yo do not mourn those who have gone away That with every one who leaves you, a part of you is also gone, That you lend some of your soul to the dead if you do not mourn; They say you begin to lose your hopes, happiness and joy …
December means different things to different people. For some, it is the time to celebrate the year gone by and look forward to a new beginning. For others, it is the time to introspect, to look back with fondness — or regret — to long for the time lost. And to some, like me, it …
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