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I bring with me today, the whiff of old letters. Back in the 1970s my father moved to a different town for work. I speak of those days when it took seven to eight hours to cover a distance that would take merely three to four hours today. My grandfather, who lived in Chandigarh then, …
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Not very long ago, there lived a King in the North of the Indian subcontinent. He was a great reader, a great acquirer of knowledge. He had a personal library and would often import books from China and the Middle East and Russia, to add to his collection. He would also quote great writers and …
It was the beginning of a new session in school. Ms Abhilasha gathered her music notes, the ones that she had been using for nth years on end. Today was going to be the first class with III A. Her drill was set. She would write the lyrics on the board and ask the girls …
I read W.H. Davies in school. ‘What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.’ The poet, I thought, was clearly pointing out how vile and useless my life was because I had practically no time to ‘do nothing’! Who else, otherwise, would stand and just stare? How …
This piece is a cheerful take on some chronic disorders. It is not meant to belittle struggles of those who choose to fight. It is simply meant to manifest a positive approach in dealing with certain ailments. My ‘hair’ tales aren’t new to the world. I have never shied away from admitting my long-standing relationship …
‘S’ inserted the key in the ignition and put the car on gear one. Slowly she proceeded out of the school gate. The rear-view mirror showed images of her three children (thirteen, eight and five) who she had just dropped to school after a ‘three-month-long’ vacation. It had been a holiday primarily marked by Capital …
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A Hundred Quills 