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Month: August 2015

The Book That Got Me Out of Monsoon Blues

The Book That Got Me Out of Monsoon Blues

“She caught her breath. He was the kind of handsome who made it to the covers of romance novels, usually with muscles on display, and holding onto a swooning damsel…….” – From Kiran Manral’s latest All Aboard.  What is it with love stories? You read them a 100 times, in a 100 million ways, and every time they weave a web of joy in your heart. I sat in bed infected with the monsoon “virus”.  My throat ached and my…

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When My Time Stopped at Kharagpur!!

When My Time Stopped at Kharagpur!!

The train slowly creaked into the station. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and peeped outside the grilled window. Where was I? The sun wasn’t out and the darkness of the night still enveloped the lonely station. My eyes searched for the yellow boards of the Indian Railways that displayed the name of stations- sometimes unknown. A little boy not more than ten came near my window, holding the trademark aluminum kettle. ”Chai chahiye, madam (do you want tea)?”…

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“We've been married for 55 years and we haven't fought for a single day!”

“We've been married for 55 years and we haven't fought for a single day!”

“We’ve been married for 55 years and we haven’t fought for a single day!” I picked up this quote today from a file interview of President Shri Pranab Mukherjee’s late wife, Suvra Mukherjee*. It made me wonder… what really makes couples compatible with each other? What takes a man and woman to live together for 55 years or more, without having any regrets about it? As I sat pondering, I penned down the following factors. Trust in one another: I…

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The Deadly Monsoon Bite

The Deadly Monsoon Bite

My eyes closed partially. The heavy burden of sleep pushed the lids down. Yet I did not want to…. It was well past midnight. The sounds from the corridors were reduced to mere creaking sounds of doors and occasional footsteps of the duty nurse. I sat holding her hand….Tiny little ones. I could not completely cup them in mine, for fear of hampering the fine needle that was placed into her for the intravenous fluid. I prayed silently wiping the…

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