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Prologue: This story unfolds during those times, when the gods were young and ruled the Earth. 70% of the planet was covered by oceans and 30% by jungles. The mountains were aflame with beautiful flowers and the meadows were covered with a green and velvety carpet. In spite of this natural extravaganza, all this beauty [...]
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Prologue Yesterday, my dad came to my home in Panvel. He stays in Mazagaon, with my brother and his family, where I spent most of my adult life. I was near the bus stop, when he alighted from the auto with my brother and started walking towards my house with unsure, shuffling gait. My eyes [...]
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I was madly in love with her. Some relationships are beyond comprehension to our minute minds. Like God, they don't really exist but they permeate the entire universe and its inhabitants. We can feel them but can't name or define them. It's beyond our feeble understanding. Then, in our utter confusion, we blame certain chemical [...]
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Prologue "Based on the evidence of the City Sheriff, the Royal Court finds Prince Chandrabhan guilty of stealing pots of the town potter. The guilty is to be tied in the middle of the market and to be given 50 lashes as a common criminal." Maharaja Prataprao gave his just verdict in his grave voice. [...]
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Prologue The Tinsukia Passenger was eight hours late. Later than it's regular five hours. It arrived at the remote village of Lakhanpur at 1.30 am. A lone passenger alighted on the deserted railway platform and stretched his limbs. In the mid-January cold, the blaring horn of the departing train slashed the silence of the gloomy [...]
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Prologue : It was our 10th wedding anniversary and we had decided to celebrate it far from the hectic life of Metropolis. No fake congratulations on social media, nor disturbing phone calls. Just I, my husband, kids and no one else. We had booked a bungalow in Lonavala for the weekend. I was eagerly waiting [...]
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Prologue : 65 years old Farrouk Merwanji Dastur ran his hands lovingly over the huge 35mm projector in the small projector room of the Mazda Talkies. 6pm to 9pm show had just ended and the machine was yet warm after its three hour exertion, like a beautiful lady, glowing after a strenuous bout of love-making. [...]
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She was on her annual vacation. Her parents were always against this outing. She was a very lovely lady of 16 with admirable bosom which flared to widened hips, proclaiming to the world her competence to be a mother. She was an epitome of beauty. Poets around her realm had already written poems on her. [...]
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Prologue : Yesterday we had a tussle with Subhendu Bhattacharji. The guy didn't know what he was talking about! We were discussing spirits. No, not the drinking variety, but the haunting one. Well, we all were quite drunk, and as it happens, the topics varied from the latest affairs of Katrina Kaif to the mystery [...]
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Prologue : "Do you even know how to play a flute, buddy?" The flute vendor in Dadar market asked me belligerently when I bargained. "This is an E#, made from a Sealdah bamboo! You even know the cost of that bamboo?" I was embarrassed as the lady standing at the nearby vegetables stall looked at [...]
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Prologue We all feast on a wholesome diet of educational and entertaining stories by our grandparents during our formative years. I wasn't much lucky as I spent only 8 or 10 years with them, but seem to have captured the essence of storytelling from my grandmother. This story wasn't told by her. I created it [...]
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Prologue Dayashankar Pandey rubbed chandan on the small and round slab of stone and looked disdainfully at Girdhar Tiwari. "Panditji, I'm astounded! It's just because of people like you that the Hindu Sanskriti is at the verge of oblivion. How can you even think that Benaras will tolerate ban on Mahashivratri procession? Aag barsegi, aag [...]
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