Category: Scribble
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She is beautiful. Always has been. The shoulder length brown hair with a streak of red are just first mark of distinction. The milky white complexion inherited as a gift reminds me of a porcelain doll. So fair, that if you are lucky enough to be up close, you’ll clearly notice where the red comes…
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Shikha, Hey.. How have you been? Sorry we couldn’t talk these days. I am too busy I guess. Actually not. I was going through that scroll you gave, few moments ago. The one with those glued up prescription pad pages of yours. It was a fun ride of the days back. Sitting here today now,…
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“I am many things, but I am not many. I am yet to be many.” It was my mother’s b’day few days back. I’ve been thinking of a gift for her for quite long. Could have bought her something but I am pretty picky about gifts. Didn’t find anything that could convey my emotions to…
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Humans are gullible creatures. Selfish. Self centered. It sounds pretty crude and harsh, but it is the truth. And once you sit and think about it, you will realize that we all have known it all along. Acts of selflessness are what surprise us, elate us, bring a smile to our face, just like a…
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There are very rare occasions when a man doubts himself. “Man” doesn’t doubt. He has a justification for everything. And they are perfectly reasonable too. But these rare doubts question his existence. Something unjustifiable shatters the plinth his self is built on. A girl asked him a question. “How can you say you love me?”…
