November 2017
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War zone
This time I promised myself, I will not bend. I will not ask Sorry, nor will I message him. No, Absolutely No, I will not call him first. I stomp away from the room, banging the door loudly. I reach my office angry, waiting to pounce on the first one who commits mistake. A hour… Continue reading
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The Sacred Vows
Chapter 1 “It’s high time you both should get married.” His sister exclaimed. “Had I not known about Mom’s plans to surprise you on your birthday, you both would have been caught red handed” She said looking at Aman. “I can’t understand what you both are up-to. Already you have been in this Live in… Continue reading
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Vidai (विदाई)
It was already midnight. The time for the priest to declare as married. He had read them the wedding vows. As always, much fun was made of the vows. Everyone was enjoying, yet her heart was sinking. In a few hours, the little girl, Papa’s princess, mama’s best friend and brothers’s little darling would change… Continue reading
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You are not a canvas.
You are not a canvas, nor are You a poetry. Even a canvas won’t be picture perfect always. A poem won’t always give you rhyming words, yet in those imperfections we enjoy them. So why do we expect perfection from ourselves or from our spouses. Everyone can’t be a 5 feet 10 inches slim and… Continue reading
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The First Kiss
This was the place where we shared our first kiss. We had held hands and sat in silence for what seemed an eternity. Our heartbeats were the only sound. Sometimes a bird would flutter by, Nervous we both were, You asked me if it was ok if we kissed I had nodded with a shy… Continue reading
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What is the gift you want ?
She brought him bouquet of flowers, Reds, whites and yellow, A box of rum chocolates to share, Delighted she was! She thought it was a surprise! He kept looking around As if waiting for some more, She came closer to him to give him the parting kiss and hug! He finally smiled, That was all… Continue reading
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The Promise – Part 9
Meera had decided to give it one more chance but she was still not sure if it would work. She didn’t want to end up heartbroken. She had never asked him any questions nor had he volunteered any answers. What if he did it again? And if they were just going to do it for… Continue reading
About Me.
I am a histopathologist based in UK. I find solace in my work, nature and books. My musings are my own personal beliefs.
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