I am walking on the road with hurried steps clutching my red umbrella on a busy rainy day. My feeble attempt at protecting myself, my books, my clothes and my…
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Memories
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The auditorium was filled with the students of the school, attending the Divine hour on that bright Saturday afternoon. I and Ashish hid behind the door of 12th room (a.k.a…
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Mild sensation of warm breeze, indistinct chatter in the hostel behind, and an isolated playground in front. I swayed on the swing, in the shade of the building, wondering what…
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A comforting feeling of something rolling on my hand which felt relaxing and calm. I hardly opened my eyes and looked at my hand, as usual Bhupendra was drawing doodles…
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It was around 9 years ago when I was transferred to another school, miles away from my hometown. Unfortunately it was a boarding school, initially I was happy but at…