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Submitted by priyadarshini sur on Fri, 02/15/2013 - 07:11
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Three college friends meet after more than two decades and they find there is hardly any change except that they have kids and husband. They meet at their favourite haunt and walking down the memory lane they find they have not forgotten anything.....friends, lecturers, college canteen, lawn, the stairs, reading room, childish pranks, funny jokes..... They talk about their mothers and in retrospect they feel they are much smarter and younger than their mothers at this age.

Uncertain Life!

Submitted by anita.a on Tue, 11/13/2012 - 10:29
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Romancing The Letters

Submitted by priyadarshini sur on Fri, 06/22/2012 - 02:19
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Letters, not long ago, use to change our worlds.

But things have changed a bit since emails, Facebook and Orkut.
Letters may have been romantic but Facebook is faster and tighter. You know who is doing what and how in real time. It takes seven seconds instead of seven days for a ‘Kodak Moment’ to reach you.

Romancing The Letters

Submitted by priyadarshini sur on Tue, 06/19/2012 - 02:56
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Letters, not long ago, use to change our worlds.

Nostalgic moments

Submitted by priyadarshini sur on Mon, 06/04/2012 - 01:58
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While coming back from a party in a friend’s ‘WagonR’ a guest requested to give him a ride back to his place. Friend made him sit in the front seat left to him. Over the conversation I gathered that the guest, a Sikh gentleman, took voluntary retirement from Indian Navy at the age of 47 and is now the Captain of a ship and has come to Vizag for repair of the ship. Later he offered us hot cake and hot coffee on the ship. As we drove through the old part of the city where the street lights were scanty, the car suddenly bumped on the uneven road Mr.

The Moori Seller

Submitted by priyadarshini sur on Fri, 05/18/2012 - 02:38
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The rustic charm, simplicity and the broad smile of this man attracted me the first day he came to my door step one summer afternoon. He kept the huge sack, he was carrying on his head on the floor of the terrace and grinned at me from the doorway saying it’s so cool under the shade .He opened his big sack and offered me a fistful of puffed rice to taste.

Mercy

Submitted by Shireen on Sun, 04/29/2012 - 10:18
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"Son, it's not wise to go fishing on Christmas Eve," said old John to Ryan who was about to set sail.
 
" I do not have time for superstitions, John, I have a family to support. It may be Christmas Eve, but business is business. The weather's perfect for fishing. We hope to get a magnificent haul today," was the young man's reply.
 

Trauma

Submitted by Shireen on Fri, 04/06/2012 - 14:23
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 Cheeks as crimson as the first blush of love, eyes alive with a sparkle that’d put diamonds to shame, scarlet lips trembling with excitement like the dewdrop on the rhododendron leaf…..A dream in white, decked up in pearls, lace and satin. She’s the most beautiful bride in the world….and probably the happiest. The spring in her step, as she walks, is unmistakable and the glow that lights up her body is as ethereal as her presence itself. Her face reflects the love I’ve always wanted to see... and it hurts all the more to realize it ain’t for me.

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