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Just An Angry Indian Cricket Fan
2015 was a disastrous campaign for the England cricket side in the world cup held in Australia and New Zealand as they lost to Bangladesh and eventually got eliminated in the group stage. Then, Eoin Morgan took responsibility and started rebuilding England in the shorter formats of the game. He slowly revamped the side with…
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Through The Vibrant, Lonely Streets of Shillong
Through the vibrant, colourful, energetic streets of Shillong, my feet keep carrying me forward, through the up and down, up and down curvy slopes of this beautiful city in Meghalaya, the land of clouds, a land encompassed by serene blue sky and grey mobile clouds, the ones you see this moment, the next moment they…
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THE FINAL EMBRACE
So, this is our final day as we are meeting each other for the one last time before your grand wedding. So, we have a few precious moments left before everything eventually falls apart, like a house of cards. As we just sit there silently, with our fingers clasped together and your head leaning on…
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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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Why I Am A Pessimist
I’m an out-and-out pessimist. I used to be an optimist back in the day, but as life gradually unfolded its diverse, complex layers, optimism began to fade away from the boundary of my consciousness. In the back of my subconscious mind, images of life as a wholly beautiful and ethereal experience started getting blurred as…
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Your Mind Is A Garbage Box
You call yourself a civilized society, but you still spit on the walls and throw bottles on the street. You still pee on street walls, even if it’s instructed against that particular action. Furthermore, you pray and worship god, but some of you still don’t possess basic humane qualities. You can go down to any…
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Inevitable Pain And A Blurred Vicinity
Pain is inevitable for a writer. Sometimes, it’s too ineffable to put it into words, but it is what it is. Were it not for the pain, I wouldn’t have been a writer. Pain ignites in me a plethora of scintillating, blistering emotions, enough to set the typewriter on fire, with my fingers moving faster…
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