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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“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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There is this girl She pulls her hair a little every time someone compliments her Or someone else “Touchwood, kahin nazar na lag jaaye” She has the weirdest logic- her skin is all red when she steps out of the shower Because she showers in boiling water “I burn to the ground and rise again…
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