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Blogger: Amit Agarwal at Safarnaamaa... सफ़रना...
Opened an old novelMemories came aliveA dried-up rose!                                                                                                         (Image from Google)Disclaimer: I’m not calling it a haiku                                                              ... Read more
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Blogger: Sanjay Grover at पागलखाना PAAGAL-KHA...
लघुव्यंग्यभीड़-भरी बस में चढ़ते हुए लोग- ‘पहले चढ़ने दो भई, जानते नहीं चढ़ना कितना ज़रुरी है !?’भीड़-भरी बस से उतरते हुए लोग- ‘पहले उतरने दो भई, हम उतरेंगे नही तो आप चढ़ोगे कैसे !?’-संजय ग्रोवर22-07-2017... Read more
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Blogger: Sanjay Grover at पागलखाना PAAGAL-KHA...
लघुव्यंग्यभीड़-भरी बस में चढ़ते हुए लोग- ‘पहले चढ़ने दो भई, जानते नहीं चढ़ना कितना ज़रुरी है !?’भीड़-भरी बस से उतरते हुए लोग- ‘पहले उतरने दो भई, हम उतरेंगे नही तो आप चढ़ोगे कैसे !?’-संजय ग्रोवर22-07-2017... Read more
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Blogger: vikram pratap at Lost Soul ...
Publisher:           LiFi Publications Pvt. Ltd.ISBN-10:               9382536752Number of Pages:           204 PagesPublication Year:             2015Language:           EnglishISBN-13:               9789382536758Binding:               PaperbackBlurb:  Devastated by fl... Read more
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Blogger: vikram pratap at Lost Soul ...
Image Source: http://www.parish-without-borders.net/cditt/cambodia/dailylife/2008/graphics/mango-theft.jpgWe, group of 6 naughty 12 years old kids, having the same thoughts altogether, waited patiently for the Ramu Kaka to go to sleep in his hut. It is his daily routine. He takes rest for 2 hours in his hut, situated inside the garden, and as soon as he slept, we began to execute our master plan. Hi, I am VP, and my friends call me Fattu. I fear, doing any wrong work, but the greed of ripe sweet mangoes and arguments of my friend won over my conscience and here I am, part of the team, busy in stealing mangoes from Ramu Kaka’s garden.“Ramu Kaka is very strict man, he never gives... Read more
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Blogger: vikram pratap at Lost Soul ...
Monday 9:30 AMI am fully prepared to attend my first interview of "XYZ" MNC came to campus. White shirts, black pant, tie, folder, there is a huge crowd of students in the placement cell. People are discussing: total 4 rounds, technical, aptitude, GD then personal interview. Some were very excited to about the company, 6 lac CTC at the time of joining, some were serious. I sat on the chair along with 100 students. A huge crowd for 2-3 selection. Is not it?I am nervous too. Winter and I am sweating. My leg were trembling inside my trouser. Why? Is this job so important to me? Yes! It is! Perhaps I am taking too much tension! I tried to calm myself. 1s... Read more
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Blogger: vikram pratap at Lost Soul ...
I was born in this well, having enough food, family and protection. Still I find something missing. I thought of going outside, but people say, outside you have many dangers: danger of being eaten, lost, and killed. I don’t have enough courage to face fears and dangers. I am habituated to my comfort zone.But one day I came out of my well.I ran from snake, hawk, owl. I faced hunger and separation, but in the end, I arrived at a pond near to my well to witness the beauty of the world, the sun, rainbow, and different seasons. ... Read more
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Blogger: vikram pratap at Lost Soul ...
I am such an ugly creature, I hate my shape, colour and size.I am Caterpillar, always hungry.I am very worried, so many creatures want to eat me. If I will be so vulnerable always? I was complaining to my insect God..!He never replied..! Then one day I was in prison, dark, congested, nowhere to move, made by my own, in my cocoon, maybe I don't care anything anymore..!Then one day I see the world...it’s beautiful....! Sun, flowers, air, and I can fly!I know now that good things in life come, only after passing tough phases. ... Read more
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Blogger: bhavana lalwani at Life with Pen and Papers...
“Can we go home now?” Veeren bhaiya asked us.“Oh yes, we are very much tired and feeling sleepy”, both of us replied together.“Thank god you people are tired”, and with this comment he moved towards parking lot and we also followed him. I was thinking about wedding function, Divya and of-course saree, once again my eyes blinked and a smile ran on my face.We were walking across the pathway from the entrance gate of marriage hall to parking lot when I saw a patch of mud and water in the middle of path. I tried to cross that patch with a small jump and in that try, my feet, first tangled and then shuffled with saree-fall and before I could understand anything, the next moment….ooo... Read more
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Blogger: bhavana lalwani at Life with Pen and Papers...
दृश्य 1 सड़क पर गाड़ियां  भाग रही  हैं, रुकने का थमने का वक़्त नहीं है अभी; ये सुबह के 9 - 10 के बीच का वक़्त है, सबको जल्दी है; कहीं  ना कहीं    पहुंचना है.  मुझे भी तो पहुंचना है, सड़क के उस पार;  कब  से कोशिश कर रहा हूँ, बार बार ... Read more
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Blogger: Shesha Chaturvedi at Elixired...
She turned twenty-three. Postman delivered gift from her best friend living faraway. Unwrapping it, Sarah recieved her favourite - a book, classic this time. She hurried to her room and fastened the door. After reading few initial chapters, she desperately wished her life to be different. She looked at her fingers and a thumb and wished they were her wings; her black Burkah, her long tresses. She didn’t dream to walk or run today and get liberated from her prosthetic leg. Instead she wanted to hover high, breaking all the barriers around her leaving world underneath the vast galactic sky.Image Courtesy: Tumblr P.S. This is Author's first attempt at Drabble.P.P.S. Sarah is Urdu word that me... Read more
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Blogger: cloud nine at Cloud Nine...
With Mangamma entrenched in a whirlpool of personal issues, Shaji, the King of Thanjavur and his soldiers attacked Tiruchirapuram and occupied the villages on the Cauvery’s embankments. The absence of Queen Mangamma who was on a pilgrimage to Palani emboldened the Thanjai King further. His soldiers pilfered the villages at nights and sent them to Thanjavur by day. Heaps of gold, tonnes of rice, livestock, women- the Thanjavur soldiers were unstoppable. When Mangamma got word of the looting and plundering, she was enraged. Revenge would be sweet if she launched an attack on the Thanjavur Palace, she thought. This was the right time to attack King Shaji at his homeland. She ordered Dalavoy ... Read more
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Blogger: cloud nine at Cloud Nine...
The stallions rode out into the dusk, their hooves pounding the ground, kicking up a red shroud of dust. Chokkanatha Nayak peered at the figure on the horseback in front and kicked the sides of his horse urging it to go faster. A slender figure handled the reins deftly, challenging him, nudging him. He couldn't make out the face, yet he knew this was someone very brave. To beat a Nayak King in his horse race needed plenty of grit and courage. He glanced to his side and found his dear friend Chieftain Achaiya closing in from his right. The two had agreed on a feast after the race- the winner had to indulge the loser with food and drink that night. Where from did this third horse rider ent... Read more
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Blogger: cloud nine at Cloud Nine...
As the last of the onlookers and sympathizers trickle out of the house, all i can feel is emptiness. Father has remained strangely silent these few days. And the stoic silence paired with hushed whispers all around the house have been driving me mad. What more can a nine year old comprehend from a whirlwind that has transpired in a few days? All i can now understand is Mother is dead. As in DEAD AND GONE...The sheets on my bed still smell of her, the closet where her sarees are neatly arranged hold a wisp of her perfume. Her sarees...How much i love them. That pale pink saree with magenta flowers strewn all around like tiny stars...How could she do it? She had used that saree to hang herself... Read more
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Blogger: cloud nine at Cloud Nine...
The sound of lathi on a dry skinny body cracked the silence of the night. With a whimper, the old man pulled himself up and tried to walk. Weak limbs gave away as he stumbled and fell sprawling on the station floor. This might have been some usual occurrence to the policeman who kept moving, landing blows on one urchin after the other. Some under the influence of alcohol, some under a cloud of cannabis and many under the haze of hunger and thirst, the railway station is an open dormitory of the poor and needy...She stood watching the distant darkness and stars twinkling in the night sky. She glanced absently at her Rolex that read 2.30 am. Two days ago, she was revered an angel everywhere sh... Read more
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