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Untimely death of singer froze my music,The cheerful life soon became static.The roads became barren and lonely was crowd,She began to listen to rock, metal loud. Her love for classical vocal remained inside,Every melody would wash over her like a tide.She finally felt, it was all in vain;To live with music inside full of pain…
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Today I decided to pause a few moments and look around. What I discovered blew off my mind. The things which I unknowingly took for granted or over-assumed proved me wrong. Very very wrong.
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It was finally one of those lazy afternoons, when it was raining outside, there was some time at my disposal, and was free from any commitments. Frankly such days are always around, we
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I feel I have been trying to write this particular article as back as I could recall. Struggling to try and put together what ‘travelling’ actually means to me. A mere moving around and across two places? Living a life on wheels? Meeting new people? Discovering new destinations? Or discovering myself?
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The sun shone obliquely over them. It would soon near the horizon. This day they, and the year they were bidding an adieu was very special, to both of them. A year back they had seen each
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They gazed into each other’s eyes across the room. It was rather a secret; their friendship. They were together with each other, in the embrace of their eye contact. Separately one,
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A lousy day it was. She kept checking her mobile, time and again to see if she had received the long awaited message. But no luck. She kept reading the articles one after the other.
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The final fifteen days for the semester to end were going on. She was engrossed in completing as much work as possible. Staying into Archi-torture was her very own decision, and she for never once regretted in doing so.
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It had been ages since my last cup of coffee. I think it was in Pondicherry, in Le Cafe! Almost after a year, I felt like grabbing a mug of coffee and a beloved book. A book which I had read and reread and it taught me something new every single time.
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It was a fateful February evening. Probably his smile caught her attention. It had been many years since she last appreciated anyone’s smile. Or rather even observed any. His name was yet another thing that stuck a chord. “Saurabh”, she repeated the name over and over again in her mind.
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