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Come to Me Again

Alone in my room, the clock strikes one. I close my eyes, and there she is, as if she's still here. I feel sick...

A Lesson from the Special Kids

I stood there, clad in a new white dress, my hand clutching a crisp 5000-rupee note. There was a sense of pride within me,...

The Country’s Grief: A Lament for a Nation Lost

A ball kicked back and forth between bureaucrats, like a shuttlecock tossed between the rackets of indifferent authorities, this land of mine has become...

The Disguised Beauty

The alarm disturbs my sleep, its shrill beep pulling me from the depths of a dream. A quick glance at the screen of my...

We… The People

This place is full of people like me—people who are, in a way, a burden to the earth. We pass unnoticed, ignored, even loathed...

I Know You Know and Understand Me

I know you know me, you understand me in ways no one else can. I’m your daddy’s girl, always at your side, worshipping the...