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A Letter Lost
“My precious,
I write to you with a heart full of serenity, for the mere thought of you stills my otherwise bustling day. Countless clouds have gone past the sky since I last breathed in the aroma of your company. And what charming days were those spent walking beside you along the silent stream of...
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Mission Migration
With sky rocketing cut-offs for admissions in the University of Delhi, students seldom could find the desired college for the desired course. After attending classes at the ‘undesired’ college, they often plan to migrate to the best one in the University as the current one fails to suit their personality....
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Israel on YouTube
On the 29th of December 2008, in the middest of her operation in Gaza, Israeli Defence Force Spokesperson’s Unit launched own YouTube channel (http://www.youtube.com/user/idfnadesk?ob=1). So far, 31 videos including clips from the front line as well as comments from officials were uploaded, and...
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Lies
When someone asks you a question, do you measure how long it takes them too respond? The tone in there voice, pitch, intensity, volume? Do any of these things register with you? Which syllables are stressed, and which are not? Should those syllables have been stressed? Would I have stressed those syllables?...
Posted by Abhishek Iyengar on 12 21st, 2008 |
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Go back 20 years down the memory lane and you would have found Bengaluru as a clean calm city filled with Lal baghs, vidyarthi bhavans, MTRs, bugul rocks and the list goes on, probably no one would have ever imagined in their wildest dreams that a city known as “Garden city of India” would one day become “Land of Opportunities” Technology, agriculture, Research and development, art, theatre,...
Posted by Shreya Datta on 12 17th, 2008 |
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She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. My small life, short one, spanning only eight years. I remember how I used to peep through the flowing yellow curtains of her room, just to catch a glimpse of her, every morning before I went to school. She used to stand close to the mirror, lining her beautiful pear-shaped eyes with strong lines of kohl, which had a mesmerizing effect on...
Posted by Kamalini Mazumder on 12 16th, 2008 |
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She was distraught. After all these years, he’d left her. Instinct told her that he’d left her for another woman, perhaps a woman much younger than herself.
As she sat at the window of her ground-floor flat, looking out onto the neat, handkerchief garden, a cup of coffee in her hand, her eyes misted over. Memories of the time that they’d spent together kept flitting by.
Why had he done it? She...
Posted by Danny Hanson on 12 15th, 2008 |
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I’ll go to the place where the colors of the rainbow are million in number
and I’ll count each without threat of slumber
when everybody i trust lets me down
and joy doesn’t know the way to my town
when i’m blinded by love and refuse to take caution
and watch on as my better-half subtracts her portion
when my wealth once abundant
vanishes as i remain redundant
the moment my future...
Posted by Danny Hanson on 12 3rd, 2008 |
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When I was little,and everythingI heard was true
the adults said God painted the sky blue
to them,I was too inquisitive to be seven
so when granpa died,they said he’d journeyed to heaven
I’d go to jail if I ever stole
so i fervently asked for sweets in the toffee-bowl
my guardian angel cuddled me to sleep
and my soul was the Lord’s to keep
unbearable pain awaited me,if I played with...