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December brings a soft chill to the air, one that wraps the world in a quiet stillness. I have never been a big fan of winters, I feel too cold and look like an Eskimo, but still, there’s something about this month that gently warms my heart. Maybe it’s the way the temperature drops just …
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Recently, Google Photos reminded me of pictures from my marriage seven years ago—right on cue as our anniversary approaches. I smiled at the screen, I remembered how I had posed in all possible styles, switching outfits, adjusting my dupatta, asking the photographer if the lighting was right. I had two albums made—one traditional and one …
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I’ve always called myself a hardcore tea person. The kind whose morning doesn’t kickstart without a self-brewed masala chai. Yet, somewhere deep down, there’s this soft, undeniable corner in my heart reserved for coffee. Because “coffee” isn’t just a drink for me, it’s a memory trigger. Each sip takes me back to a different phase …
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I had just started reading the book Laxmi Panda when my phone buzzed with the weekly email notification from Blogchatter. The theme for the weekly Blogchatter Bloghop was Happy Independence Day. My mind was already unsettled, and perhaps that’s why I began thinking about the topic more deeply than usual. Normally, I would write happy, …
“In the middle of every difficulty lies opportunity”– Albert Einstein Is there really an opportunity hidden in every difficulty, or is that just wishful thinking?? Honestly, it depends on how you see the world. If you're an optimistic person, your mind is wired to find a silver lining, even in the darkest clouds. When you …
Preeti had taken up gardening during the early days of the pandemic—a quiet hobby that slowly became a deep passion. Nurturing plants brought her peace amid the growing uncertainty, a sense of control, and something beautiful to care for. Everyone was either baking, binge-watching, or having existential crises. Preeti was taking care of these little …
I love the deeper and darker hours of the night. When the world is at rest and silence wraps around everything. Once the day’s chores are done, I often pause outside my room, watching my family sleep peacefully under the soft, golden glow of the lamp. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing that they’re at …
The night outside was restless. Chants rose and fell like crashing waves, distant yet deafening in the silence of the DM’s bungalow. The once lively neighborhood had turned into a battlefield, its warmth replaced by the cold shadow of fear. Inside, families huddled together, whispering prayers under their breath. Meena sat with her mother, gripping …
The DM’s bungalow was grand, but it no longer felt like a house. It had turned into a refuge, a place where fear and hope coexisted uneasily. The once-polished floors were now covered with hastily spread-out mats, where families huddled together in small clusters. The grand dining hall, where dignitaries once sat for elaborate meals, …
At 4 AM, the doorbell rang. A sharp, urgent sound that cut through the heavy silence of the night. Mrs. Ghosh sat up with a start, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. Who could it be at this hour? She hesitated, gripping the edge of her saree, her mind racing through possibilities. The riots… the …
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