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I Can’t Hear The Music Any More

I Can’t Hear The Music Any More

Ding ding dong dong – the clock chimes to an empty house. It is the hour of my discontent. The television is tuned into a music channel and has Taylor Swift’s ultrapeppy “Shake it off” playing. It seems to be deliberately mocking me, and I blank out the lyrics, but I can do nothing about the tune.

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Connections

Connections

Jyoti got herself a gas connection today. Three men invaded her home wearing blue overalls with identical large yellow letters embroidered on their chests that made their names immaterial. They couldn’t get the regulator to fit properly. Jyoti can’t sleep now. She smells gas with every fourth breath and her heart freezes in fear. She imagines

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Nightlife

Nightlife

She’s a woman you may know…someone you stood next to in the train? The woman who takes her trash out every night just around the time you do? She might wear a mask, all made up in joy and life and hope and joy. She probably has a dress to go with the mask… all bright and twirly and happy. She’s a woman you may know. Maybe even you.

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Shelly & Jack

Shelly & Jack

Althea Kaushal is a part-time screenplay writer, amateur editor and full time mum and dog-lover. She lives in the Jumeirah area with her husband and her two daughters.
You can’t go through that alley there, you know” she said. Actually that was the very first thing she said tome.. And straight off the bat, 2 things […]

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Shaken & Stirred

Shaken & Stirred

Dealing with the extreme cold, in primitive conditions is not imaginable to us today. The Neanderthal man, from the Ice age can never fathom the comforts of the modern world. They who live in freezing limestone caves, using tools

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A Quiet Bride

A Quiet Bride

The sound of chattering aunties, complaining uncles and cavorting, oblivious, playing children abruptly died down as a sea of faces turned towards the entrance of the wedding hall, like a synchronized Mexican wave in a football stadium.

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The (Un) Veil

The (Un) Veil

Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram,which lay on the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It

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My Memory of the Air Hostesses of the 50’s

My Memory of the Air Hostesses of the 50’s

Radha U.Nair, a freelance writer based in Pune has contributed to The Hindustan Times (Bombay edition), The Deccan Herald (Bangalore), the online editions of Outlook Traveler, India

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My Father’s Fountain Pens

My Father’s Fountain Pens

His writing table was a study in perfection. Not a speck of dust on the polished rosewood table, with its enchanting whorls and wavy grains, which sacredly held, a fat Webster’s dictionary, a Pitman’s shorthand primer, a brass coffee

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The Red Riding Hood of it all

The Red Riding Hood of it all

Simone D’silva is the blissful working mother of 13-year old identical twins; Shannon & Shenelle. She considers motherhood to be the greatest and most satisfying ‘project’, though some days she feels more like a member of a UN

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My Best Friend’s Birthday

My Best Friend’s Birthday

Haroon Tahir is a 21 year old Dubai kid, originally from Lahore. An avid reader, he has a degree from AUD with a major in Economics and a minor in Journalism. It may not seem like it, but he is a poet and has had work published in several

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Amateur Fiction – Malcolm Arkwright Bluebeard

Amateur Fiction – Malcolm Arkwright Bluebeard

Aashka Iyer is a 16 year old Dubai kid and not what you would expect. A literature fan to the core, she carries a copy of her favorite Jane Austen novel with her everywhere and aims to attend Harvard University in a few years.

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In Time

In Time

Rabia Kapoor is the daughter of Indian film actor, director Rajat Kapoor and his production designer wife, Meenal Agarwal. She is an avid reader, primarily because till date the family has never owned a television.
Every time.
Parties were not her thing. She would sit in the corner, or she would stand in a corner, or she […]

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Intertwine

Intertwine

Day 1: Pure Sensation
I feel it. Pure, raw, exhilarating energy. Visualise, if you will, a strong breeze strung entirely of words. Beautiful and poetic at times, raw and guttural at others. But real, oh-so real. Imagine it coursing through your system, ruffling your hair, entering your pores. Close your eyes and inhale. It’s as deliciously obscene as […]

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The Angel

The Angel

“I used to cry because I had no shoes, until I came across someone with no feet”; I love to make note of such philosophical quotes (if I may add, in my latest model of iPhone). It is sad that many claim but few find time to worry about less fortunate beings. We would like […]

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I can’t hear the music anymore by Dr. Daamini Shrivastav

I can’t hear the music anymore by Dr. Daamini Shrivastav

Ding ding dong dong – the clock chimes to an empty house. It is the hour of my discontent. The television is tuned into a music channel and has Taylor Swift’s ultra-peppy “Shake it off” playing. It seems to be deliberately mocking me, and I blank out the lyrics, but I can do nothing about […]

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Connections by Devashish Makhija

Connections by Devashish Makhija

Jyoti got herself a gas connection today. Three men invaded her home wearing blue overalls with identical large yellow letters embroidered on their chests that made their names immaterial. They couldn’t get the regulator to fit properly. Jyoti can’t sleep now. She smells gas with every fourth breath and her heart freezes in fear. She […]

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Nightlife by Martina Fella

Nightlife by Martina Fella

She’s a woman you may know…someone you stood next to in the train? The woman who takes her trash out every night just around the time you do? She might wear a mask, all made up in joy and life and hope and joy. She probably has a dress to go with the mask… all […]

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Shelly & Jack – by Althea Kaushal

Shelly & Jack – by Althea Kaushal

You can’t go through that alley there, you know” she said. Actually that was the very first thing she said to me.. And straight off the bat, 2 things struck me before I even turned to give her my supercilious eye [I’ve been told I’m quite good at that]. 1: She had the kind of […]

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