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Continue reading →: The certificate
It felt like a competition for survival where only the brightest would make it. But that was not the case. The system was not necessarily for the bright, it was for the lucky. But the harder people worked, the luckier they became. And so I worked hard- for luck.
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Continue reading →: Roses of Pearls: Post valentines
“They are so happy out there, you wouldn’t imagine they are sick.” I absentmindedly tell the lady standing next to me as we watch them play and laugh with their newly made ‘friends’… “The kids here know that every day counts. They enjoy life to the fullest while they can.…
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Continue reading →: For the love of baoIt was not the frustration of the walk that made me swear never to set my foot there again, but the way I had to keep turning the heap of clothes up and down to reach the ones at the bottom with the hope of getting lucky. A Louis Vuitton,…
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Continue reading →: Nightmare in reverie“Valentine, the saint. Over dinner.” (A few seconds of silence)… then …I simply want to meet him, have a repartee over his social life and request him to tell the world how Valentine’s Day should be spent. To define what love is, and to clear up all the expectation gaps.…
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Continue reading →: PhasesEvery choice you make now will have a consequence. Some choices will make you proud of yourself, some will make you doubt your sanity.
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Continue reading →: Wind BeneathIt might not have cushioned me from the teenage curiosity and rebelliousness, but it sure prepared me to walk through the highs and lows with composure and poise
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Continue reading →: Better daysIt was my little nephew that I had missed most amongst them all. Feeding him, playing with him, the way he clung onto me like my very own baby and the intoxicating baby smell. We are inseparable. The idea was to be home for the weekend, get back to school…
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Continue reading →: Phoenix start
No more of wishy-washy and irresolute resolutions. No more of clock based self evaluation…
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Continue reading →: The inside jobI no longer point out stars in my circle, because they all are stars in equal measure.
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Continue reading →: PricelessI got a girl I did not particularly like. We were the hi/bye kind of classmates, and there she was, allocated to be my roommate. Of course, I considered switching rooms, or being the kind of roommates who would just never be there. For a week or two, I was…
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