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It has always been my favourite place since Drona introduced me to it. I liked it more than other watering holes of the city because of its decor which had lot of oak wood furniture. Another thing about it is its quietness, a gentle quietness, oft accentuated by the sombre gravity it carried because of [...]
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Ronza had gone to attend the birthday party. It was a beautiful Spring day; scent  of gulal wafted through. Scent of nascent dreams that she had escaped from came back though she tried to escape. Like the way she tried to escape her own shadow. She knew all the trees in front of their house [...]
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'Wordsmiths?' I asked. 'Yes, That's how we are called nowadays, though...' She seemingly wanted to contradict the titles given to people like her, but something held her back. Honestly, I have never seen any writer up close. She must have been a moderately famous one, for I noticed how even the door man at the [...]
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'You could've turned up a bit earlier' The autorickshaw driver told us, As he plodded his vehicle down the uneven bumpy road; It was the fag end of February, The spring was thinking of going back Allowing the rain and dust to come and settle on the country of red soil, As we moved along, [...]
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Reviewer analysis Terraces and balconies had been my favourite spots of any building all through. Since when this love affair actually grew, I cannot possibly recollect. But the first experience of having a balcony attached to my room happened in late eighties, when from a single storied house we shifted to a double storied one. [...]
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