Tag: love
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They are selling my ancestral house. My great-grandmother sold all her dowry to buy land in the city so she could help her newlywed husband find his calling. Madhu was a city gal who refused to settle for mediocrity. She held on to one piece of jewellery: her huge diamond studs. She loved them dearly,…
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My dearest Margi Kiya, I hope you are happy wherever you are and at peace. We are good too. Life is moving pretty fast, there is so much happening that sometimes I forget to update you for weeks. Apologies. But I am assuming you are watching over my shoulder anyway, so you do know what’s…
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I used to have a blue Princess and the Pauper sipper when I was a kid On a hot summer day in Mumbai, I forgot it in an auto rickshaw My mum was so mad when I went to her crying She tried finding a similar one but I was too heartbroken over my loss…
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My father measures time with mogras. He goes to this public park to walk every evening Walks the same route, at the same time like clockwork Done that for about 16 years now And in one corner of the park, there are swings Where kids play Near the swings are some old benches where the…
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This classmate I grabbed coffee with puts his arms around my shoulders as we wait for the next tram.It’s 2 degrees, the dutch wind is crazy, and my face is freezing. I’m wearing three layers including my cosiest winter jacket, and as I feel the weight of his arm through all those layers, I am…
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Hello my dearest readers, I am so sorry for the radio silence. No I haven’t lost my love for oversharing, I was only recovering from an academic year of adulting. I was marinating in my mother’s hugs and relishing my father’s foot rubs. I was gaining some weight from all the delicious food and losing…
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Deliberating what love is on the red couch in my kitchen as my friend cooks dinner He is twenty-six and waiting for his one true loveA clean slate for his wife to paint in any and every shade she likesHe will get marriedHe has imagined an entire life and carefully curated this timeline27: marriage 29:…
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You sent this to me at 4am on the night we broke upWith a painful smile I replied- “I still have your blue shirt”And then I waited.I waited for you to come knocking at my doorFor your blue checkered shirt, but you never turned up.Maybe it was too uncomfortable outsideMaybe it got coldOr started raining,…
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I love you.Three words, eight letters and a whole lot of subtext.Jackie Shroff once claimed that the word love has not much value;One says I love my mom and then says I love these shoesHow can you feel the same feeling for a pair of Jordans and the woman who gave you life?But Yoko Ono…
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“It is really simple,you either like me or you don’t” Is it? Is it that simple? Can feelings ever be that simple?How ignorant are those you have managed to simplify feelings intoa mere black and white?How immature. How blind. How childisih.If only love could be quantified,If affection was measured by the number of hugs,Or the…
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