55 Fiction – The Fight

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He landed another punch ruthlessly. The pain of hitting each other was greater than taking one. Such was their friendship. “Stop it! It isn’t anyone’s fault”, another member of the gang screamed. But they continued for they knew not what else to do. The inexplicable pain of losing their friend, losing the trio was unbearable. Day […]


Let the art speak

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He had lost everything except hope, for that was what kept him going. His decision was quite impromptu but none could fathom how important, how immediate it was for him to take. What had he lost? A couple of fake friends, few true ones, a pile of expectations of him, and a degree he had […]

Father and son

55Fiction- To Dad

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Today, I walk in  a world, you visioned, holding your hand knowing you have set the bar too high. You pulled off parenting selflessly showering all the love, being so cool. While I know I can’t ever reach you, I can go beyond everything to make my son into what he desires, just like you.   What […]


55Fiction – Off to nowhere

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“How long has it been?” “Five years” “And you left everything behind? Secured job, friends, your love, and family?” “Yes” “Aren’t you afraid of ending up with nothing?” “I am afraid of stopping, succumbing to fear and temptations, and returning to what I ran from. Heading nowhere, wandering into experiences is my definition and existence.” […]

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Faith against the odds

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He ran towards his home, bare foot, in the scorching heat. He had insisted his mom come home for lunch today at all costs. One would wonder if those little feet could even feel pain for he rushed ahead beaming with a smile that wouldn’t recede. Such was his joy. And he ought to be […]

Am I a writer?

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“Prashishna, you make me proud. This work is commendable.” “I couldn’t be more proud, father.” “Here, take this pen and keep creating magic.” “Thank you so much.” Was this the first time she was being praised by him on writing? She didn’t know nor did she want to think about it. She was ecstatic, unable […]

Last Words

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I am sitting at my usual table sipping my coffee after having the afternoon meal away from the chaos. I don’t want to go back and plunge myself into issues, decisions, and what not. How about retirement, I question myself again not sure if I have an answer to it. I sip a little more coffee […]