The boy who hated sunny side ups!

He was growing up. Still a boy, who needed his strength to grow bigger just like his own brothers and cousins. No wonder Aunt Daisy believed he would be better eating his eggs! Her fresh and famous fried eggs from organic home grown chicken who never failed to impress her with the numbers no matter who were…

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A Letter to my Grand Dad…

My dear Achacha, I have never written a letter to you. For the same reason, I don’t know where to start or what to write. Well, here I go. I will try. Every day on my way to Uni and coming back home, I get to see a lot of elderly. Different cultures, backgrounds, and…

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Am I safe?

“You are perfectly safe, far from here, in the UK, so this shouldn’t bother you at all, Roshni.” Such was a person’s remark when I was into discussing the injustice shown to women in India. And on he went by saying, “Oh, you should start losing weight that you can get a good suitor, PhD…

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The first time…

Travelling in the bus for more than 3 hours were starting to take its toil on her. She were in this town, not new to her by any means, but still been made alien to her for the faults not of her own. Sigh. Just then her phone beeped for the arrival of a text…

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“I am Jamuna; Just like the river…”

I met her in the bus. It is funny because I met her about three years ago in autumn. I was on my way to University in bus 11 A, as usual lost in my thoughts and burdens I carried within me. She came to sit next to me. She had got into the bus…

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What is this happiness thing?

Ever since I started tagging my photos or statuses in Facebook with a tag ‘#100happydays’ followed by a number, I have been asked a zillion times, Roshni, what’s this happiness thing you are talking about? Nearly half of the 100 days done and a half more to go, I think I should write something about…

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What’s Your Story?

As I was making my way home one evening last week, I was passing through a shopping arcade where I saw a lovely wooden frame with the words inscribed “Home is where your story begins..” True that is, I thought. Well, on the contrary I also believe that my real story began once I moved…

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Expectations…

One word which can trigger a lot of discussions, emotions, stories, experiences and still which never satisfies itself. That’s expectation. A lot of quotes which I find inevitably in Facebook or other motivational quotes pages say or ask me not to expect anything from anyone. Okay. I agree. In some cases, I can nod my…

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‘Clink…’

Red. Green. Blue. No turquoise, ocean green, sunflower yellow. Ones with stones, the silver one with tiny bells, the golden one with pearls, Oh! it always would take ages for her to describe her bangles. One word. She absolutely loved them.No treasured them. In all shapes and sizes, colours and patterns. When Mela came around…

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Thoughts here and there…

 “I like to be happy. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have moments where I am sad and torn apart. I love to spread my light to the people around me. It again doesn’t mean that I am not thrown away into darkness by the very same folk. I wish I was free. This never means that…

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