Category: Creative Pieces
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Birth
I drived as fast as I could from my office to home, all the while muttering ‘waheguru’ under my breath and checking my phone for Deekshu or Riya’s call whenever there was no traffic or I was stuck in a traffic jam. I could not even control my tears when the thought that the dreams…
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The Best
His eyes were glued to the television. The match between KKR and MI had just began. For him, it was not just a match between his favourite team and Mumbai Indians but it was his chance to win the bet which Nitya had challenged her to. Given the bong guy he was and the Marathi…
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Look deeper
Look deeper. Behind that shiny, burgundy dyed hair Is a messy bun, Waiting to be oil-massaged with caressing fingers. Behind those sexy eyes, Is an ocean of tears, Waiting to flood over the dry cheekbones. Behind those lustful lips, Is a pale beauty, Waiting to be touched with love and not lust. Behind that killer…
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Coward
I peeped through the window. The room was bright and soon I saw her lying on the bed. The door of the room opened and I saw her parents come in. She greeted them with a smile. Each time she smiled now, the smile became a fresh wound in my already wounded heart. Then, I…
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Dream girl
I looked at her. My heart suddenly sprang to life and started racing. Amazing, how my adrenaline still had as much power as a high school teenager. She came down the stairs with her lehenga lavishly sweeping the floor. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my chin. That, is when I realised I had been…
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The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Sweven 