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She looked out of the window. The streets were illuminated; flickers of intermittent crimson and amber lights were casting varied patterns on the walls of her dark room. The noise of the passing buses, cabs, cars, honking rickshaws, vendors, even faint voices of men and women, though distant, resonated joyousness of the festivity. It was [...]
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because we call people refuges fags idiots retards drop outs instead of calling them people I want to exit into the womb where everything is called by its name and because out here I see people spending money on plastic surgeries to become more plastic and so that the scars outside can match the scars [...]
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Mumbai. Some six may be seven years back, there was some sort of communal tension in the city. In an undefined way the city was bandh (a politically enforced closure for every economic activity)- as the case usually is. I had to step out of the house and reach somewhere for some work. I don't [...]
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“Hey Vip’s wedding is next Sunday, right?” chimed in Mr. Singh. Vip was Vipin Arora, an eligible bachelor who had bitten dust at the ripe “old” age of 32 after resisting matrimonial advances for almost a decade. And no, he was not gay, just wary. This conversation was taking place at his workplace, where the [...]
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It was Purvi’s fourteenth birthday. The air was redolent with the fragrance of joy. Everyone including her parents, siblings and friends had gathered in the bright, spacious hall with a crystal chandelier and thick oriental rugs. ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Purvi, happy birthday to you….’ song [...]
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In those days courtyards were very important to a house. The size and number of courtyards reflected the social status of its occupants. I spent my childhood living in just such a house of courtyards in Benares. Made up of seven courtyards of varying sizes, our house was called Dewan Saheb ki Haveli. Family partition, [...]
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