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U TURN

U TURN

 

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He adored books, guarded them like memories. He never lent them….unless one earned it. I did, once, after a long , winding debate.

When I picked my first book, he said, “Books are like life. You don’t abandon them midway. No matter how dull they may be. Because life offers no...

LITTLE EVERYTHING

LITTLE EVERYTHING

 

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He took his blessings for granted –

The ring of a call,

A warm cup of tea shared,

A simple text that brightened his day.

He chased after what felt bigger,

Underestimating the simple joys of life.

And then, one day, the silence fell.

No calls, no messages, no warmth across the table.

Only the echo of empty...

FIREFLY

FIREFLY

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“Hi”

“Hi there! How can I help you today?”

He doesn’t remember yesterday. He never does. She gently re-threads the nicknames, the stories, the pieces of herself.

Again.

They laugh and connect.

And tomorrow, he’ll forget.

She knows- he’s just ChatGPT, trained on her own words, a memory-less echo of herself.

But he listens like no one...

JUST A MOMENT

JUST A MOMENT

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Draped in wedding finery, she walked slowly towards the altar. Rose petals lined her path, whispers of joy in the air. Midway, she stopped.

With tears in her eyes, she whispered, “Just a moment”.

She paused, holding in her heart, her childhood, family and friends- the pieces that made her.

“I carry...

THE QUIET HOUR

THE QUIET HOUR

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He hadn’t slept well in weeks. Woke up to help her with every pain, held her steady when she was weak.

“I’m here,” he would say, every time she called him. He kept a calm face, took care of everything, didn’t let her see how tired he was. She needed...

THE LOST LIGHT

THE LOST LIGHT

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Every night, she drew the curtains to let the soft glow of the string lights pour in through the window. But to-nite, when she drew the curtains, there were no lights.

She remembered that she had asked for the lights to be taken down. The festival season was long over. The...

DO NOT DISTURB

DO NOT DISTURB

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When she came back from her first solo trip, mom looked rejuvenated. I asked her what she liked most about the trip. She smiled and said, “There were two things I loved. First, the ‘clean the room’ button – I’d press it when I left my hotel and return to find a...

EMPTY WINE GLASSES

EMPTY WINE GLASSES

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Empty wine glasses lay on the floor. Mauve lip stain on one of them. An empty chips packet and roasted peanuts strewn on the soft, fluffy carpet, the big TV in front playing music videos on a loop, while she was oblivious to everything. She slept soundly on the...

GUILT

GUILT

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She would take the children out on weekends to make-up for the time lost during weekdays when she was late from office.

She would try to rustle up a feast at home if she enjoyed a meal outside without her family.

She would plan vacations for her children separately if she ever...

A HOUSE OF HER OWN

A HOUSE OF HER OWN

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A house of her own was her dream.

A place where she was free to wear and eat what she wished, where her creativity could flow unhindered and her choices weren’t limited by societal pressures. 

A safe haven she could come back to, where she wouldn’t be judged for...

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