Dr Lal hung up the receiver after making a series of calls. He had finally located his Saransh. He only needed that one clue. All these years he kept wondering, where his son might be, lying to people that he is in the US to avoid pesky questions. If only Palak had shown them the letter, he left. But how could she? He had asked her not to. His family was never the same after Saransh left.
He sighed as he sat in an upholstered chair and thought maybe it was gods plan. Or why would he decide to look for old albums a fortnight ago and hunt for them in Palak’s old room? He had found Saransh’s last letter to his sister in her cupboard, stuffed between the pages of a worn out album. That was the first time he came to know Saransh left for NDA. He had…
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When you smile at me, you instill a courage in me to wipe my tears,
When you wipe my tears, you prepare me to smile at my fears;
When you hold my hand, I can feel your warmth and heart on my skin,
When you pat my back, I can march ahead towards my independence with a grin;
When I see you fight for me, I feel like a knight with a feisty commander,
When I see you upset about my follies, I can forecast a storm without a thunder;
When you play with me, I belive life is just this – a merry ride,
When you don’t heed attention, I sulk in oblivion though I fail to hide;
When you try to walk in my shoes, I find the hurdles diminishing and distances disappearing ,
When I see you embracing my handicaps with pride, I strive to…
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Dr Mohan Lal gave Mr Raman Murthy an invitation to come over at 7 in the evening as they ate early and saw the visitor to the door after which he swiftly went in to see to his wife.
“Were you talking to someone?” Asked Mrs Sudha Lal who sat propped up against her queen-sized beds’ backrest. She had salt and pepper hair that were tied in a bun at the nape of her neck and bright brown eyes. One look at her told she must have been a vista in her youth. She welcomed her husband with a warm smile, and her whole face lit up, the years sat lightly on her, making her look younger than her 70 yrs.
Dr Lal beamed at her and wished her ‘Good Morning‘ as he sat on his side of the bed.
“Yes, we had a visitor…
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The day I was born you called me princess,
You laughed when I cooed, you jumped to see me stand,
You held my hand when I fell and fell,
You were my first teacher and saw me through good and bad.
You saw me grew, but to you, I am always tender,
You cried for my pains and overwhelmed by my tiny success,
You drove me to school and “kiss me before bye” was your rule,
You were so thoughtful and cheerful, and to you, I am the most beautiful,
I was a naughty child and confused girl who frequently needed an aid,
And you were always there to guide your little mermaid,
Never know what’s trouble cause of your care,
And you gave me many memories to share.
When all the hope seemed to be gone,
You were my shining beacon and gave me strength to carry on,
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From Marvel to DC comics we have seen it all. We have gaped at Superman spinning Earth anti-clockwise to turn time and we have seen Spiderman saving the world with his webbed hands. We are exposed to all kinda superpowers that leave us amazed and wanting. From Batman to Avengers we have ‘Oohed’ and ‘Aahed’ at our favourite superheroes and Superheroines but in our hearts of hearts, we all secretly want to be one of them. To do those otherworldly things and save the day. I was no different.
My choicest superpowers keep changing with time. Because with time I mature, so do my priorities and my preferences. We get the tag of ‘Major’ at 18, but I don’t think we get matured enough at 18, some of us develop much before that, but in my case, I was still a complete kid at 18. However, considering superpowers, I will…
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Sanika put on her earplugs and wiped her eyes. She wanted to look normal to Atul; she tried to bring back the same stability to his heart that they always had between them. The call was through, and Atul’s face filled her phone screen as she tucked a loose hair lock behind her ear.
She waved one finger at him, “Hello Stranger!” She said with a faint smile.
“Hey”, he replied and Sanika couldn’t help but notice his tired eyes. His hair was unkempt, and stress was written all over his face. Her heart ached to see him like this.
“Honey! Why you look so fatigued?”, she couldn’t help but ask.
Atul combed his fingers through his hair and massaged the back of his neck, sighing. “Why do you think?”, he asked almost condescendingly. Sanika was a bit taken aback by the brazenness and gulped.
“Atul, there is nothing…
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We have numerous researched posts on various platforms as to how one shall prepare for job interviews to crack them successfully. But I really wonder what if someone answers interview honestly, like if their inner voice can be heard.
** This is not a generalisation and just a satirical take**
Interviewer: Tell us about yourself.
Applicant: My CV is self-explanatory about the “Self” you want to know and the “Self ” not mentioned there is irrelevant to this discussion unless you want to hangout with me after office hours and discussions doesn’t include PPT and excel sheets.
Interviewer: So what is your motivation to apply for this job?
Applicant: Well tags like “Unemployed” , ” Useless “, “burden” and many more following the suit made me desperate rather than motivate. So I am here!
Interviewer: Tell us about your previous job.
Applicant: Slogging and…
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