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A hectic Journey – Sudip Sen Gupta, West Bengal

I would like to share one of my memorable experience with all of you. This was back when I had just completed my schooling days. Our...
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Gratitude – Ramlal Agarwal, Jalna

He Sat in a high chair I stood piteously begging a favour He frowned but Gave me a job Suffused with gratitude I...
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Suicide – Sivaprasad V., Kerala

An act of cowardice when a loser does Disgrace to kins it brings He does have the right to live but the right...
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My Vulnerable Self – Yatin Arora

Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain, Hiding the tears that fall like rain. Saying I'm fine when I'm anything but. This ache in...
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Only they are mine – My Parents – Sahaj Sabharwal, Jammu and Kashmir

When everyone is there, concerned with their own lives, Only they are here with me, Not concerned about themselves, But with my life...
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What is the fuss about God knows – Akshaya Pawaskar, Goa

I often wonder if they hear me right, on the days when I am moved enough, to exclaim ‘Oh my God’...
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The Old Magician – Binuraj R S, Kerala

Old Michael was a magician. He wandered through the villages, Performing magic for children. He loved them with all his heart, He never charged...
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Woman by a well – Jit Bhattacharya, Kolkata

She squats by the well jet black hair knotted up tight sari bunched around her waist the small of her dark bare back...
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