Category: #fiction
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JAMMING WITH MY MUSICAL DESOLATION
Siva tere kuch bi dikhai na de, Khuda iss saza se, Khuda iss saza se, Khuda iss saza se….., Riha hi na de….. Siva Tere sung by Madhubanti Bagchi, composed by Sanjay Leela Bhansali There is this haunting melancholic note with this composition that is haunting me at this dead of the night. Sleep has…
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FROM THE JOURNALS OF A PRIVATE DETECTIVE: 01-09-2024
On a rainy Sunday evening on the streets of a damp monsoonal Bhubaneswar, I am seated inside my car, being half ruined by the mud on the road, sipping a hot cup of coffee, with steam still emanating from it, making my specs and my vision completely blurry. I clean them and put them back,…
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A MIDNIGHT THUNDERSTORM, A LURKING SHADOW AND YOU:
There is a thunderstorm approaching as I can smell from the fragrance of the air around me thickening with the scent of muddy rain, the air in my vicinity bringing in some cool breeze along with it. I can hear wolves howling from the dark woods behind my house. The sheer rumbling of the leaves…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER, EPISODE II
Ramadevi Women’s College, Saturday Morning: “Is everything ready?” “Yes, ma’am.” “See, everything needs to be as it was discussed. Can’t afford a single mistake. One mistake, and we are done and dusted.” “Noted, ma’am.” Vani Vihar, Saturday Evening: So, I get out of the bus and put my feet on the capital soil, after so…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER, EPISODE ZERO
Don’t tell me anything now. I have a really important interview today. This is probably the most important interview of my life and I want it to go the best way possible as it will decide my career and maybe my life. Last month, I saw an advertisement in the newspaper about recruiting lecturers at…
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A LETTER TO A STRANGER
It’s raining outside as I stare at the passing trees through the window of the bus in which I am travelling right now to Bhubaneswar. My front seat is quiet and empty, eagerly waiting for its passenger. I am listening to Bollywood romantic songs on my phone. I will never get tired of listening to…
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JUST RANDOM THOUGHTS NEEDED TO BE EXPRESSED
I see through the deep, dense brown eyes of the artist. They reveal to me some terrible reality that lies hidden, buried deep in human consciousness. Those eyes radiate waves of melancholy and grief, sadness piled up for so long. I see what they are trying to convey to me, they are trapped inside this…
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Those Days of Quiteness
Since childhood, I was so much into the fantastic world of books. My mother would get books from her school library and I would finish them one by one until all the books were over. Sometimes I even completed them twice or thrice. I would lay on the bed in my Aai’s bedroom and keep…
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MINISCULE FRAGMENTS OF A MORBID EXISTENCE
I could detect that lingering sadness in her eyes, sending me some signals about her troubled state of helplessness. I could sense some hesitance in her mouth as she tried to convey her words with great care. She was hiding something underneath her soul, or maybe she wanted to say something, but something was stopping…
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but, did you find anything in it?
You heard my silence, but did you find anything in it? You read my expressionless face, but did you find anything in it? You touched my numb, dead body, but did you find any substance in it? You had my soul captured for so long, but did you connect with it? You held me for…
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