The funeral of a white rose

In a garden of red roses, she was a white one and her whiteness was even more pronounced for being singular in all the redness around her. Yet, she did not derive her beauty from the striking difference of hers but it was of deeper material. For unlike her friends in the garden, who thought…

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Disappointed!

All your life you're told to look inside yourself. Well if not directly, then in some indirect way. Like for example, you are told to read books and you do that and end up learning about all the soul-searching. So years after that you somehow decide to do that,the soul-searching I mean. You simply pause…

On Being Your Own Enemy

Beads of perspiration were visible on her forehead. It was not because of the heat as the room was fully air-conditioned. She was only nervous but then she always was! At least ever since her mother had left her to work at baji's house. She was afraid of making any mistake, particularly today as there…

Pairs

Things of importance, Are always in twos I presume. Sadness, joy And then Sadness resumes.   Moments shared with you Are always lived twice. Once what angered me I laugh at it and rejoice   And then I remember The rainy december We'd laughed till we got All tired Now I looked back at that…