Like every other book lover, my TBR is overflowing, my shelves groaning under the weight of unread books — and yet I keep …
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Does one need to be a poet to appreciate poetry? To look beyond the words and truly feel the emotions they carry? Reading …
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There couldn’t have been a better title for Tejaswi Priyadarshi’s Berserk. Though I’d come across Priyararshi’s books often on social media, this was …
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A Silent Witness Being a public bathroom, I have seen it all: body fluids staining my cracked tiles, paan juice smeared into my …
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Spring Rain Ronnie unplugged the phone. It had died sometime during his all-night scroll through Rhea’s profile, drowning in memories he couldn’t let …
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Trapped I glance at the photograph—the one we took decades ago, arms entwined, smiles wide. Just yesterday, I shredded it to pieces. And …
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Of Fathers and Forgiveness Sara had heard of the trend—anonymous apology letters left in public. But she never imagined being a recipient. The …
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Stolen Lives, Newer Dawns “Baba, why can’t we go together?” “Ameera, my love—” “Shh, Baba, not that name.” Zayed, my ever-so-responsible son, corrected …
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Jasmine Whispers For thirteen days, Keshav’s home had witnessed a flurry of activities. Relatives, neighbours, and friends visited every day, carrying memories …
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Chatterjee & Co “Unbelievable!” Sumana muttered, glaring at the billboards lining the highway—a band promising an unforgettable experience! Mistaking her sarcasm for shock, …