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The Suitcase

The grey VIP suitcase had been a prized possession of the Sarkar household. Mohan Sarkar for the first time in his twenty two years he left the place where he grew up, studied. The company was a private consulting firm … Continue reading

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Aroma of fresh air, shiny glass windows of LIC building, autos, bikes moving with purpose on that busy Mount Road, washed clean by the late monsoon rain and us, waiting in that nondescript bus stop for 23C. Romanticizing about a … Continue reading

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Battling Writer’s Block – The Known and Unknown

I have been facing a severe case of writer’s block. The thorough nervousness of this block has rendered me incapable of handling any idea more than ten minutes. The interest fizzles out sooner than I can further contemplate on the … Continue reading

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