Category: Musings
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My writing journey started in my childhood when my grandfather gifted me a notebook and told me to pen down my thoughts there. I started to scribble my random ramblings and now, I write to express and explore. I strongly feel that words can heal, they are meditative. Writing is my escapade from the…
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Call of the Root
I wrote these few lines dedicating my home town Chittaranjan. A small town surrounded by hills and trees, this place is like a patch of lavish green in the centre of the grey world. Lake waters, river, dancing streets and vibrant flowers, they adorn my town with colours of poetry. Where the morning comes with…
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Sisters are Angels in Disguise: A letter to my sister
Dear Sister, My little princess, it’s only for you. You are my sweetheart, you are one of my soul companions. You are my best friend, you are my dearest one in the world. I think, we are made of same stardust and the universe wrote our stories together. Today I am here only because of…
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A Song, A Musing And Colours Of The Dusk
Sun rahi hoon sudh budh kho ke, koi main kahani, Puri kahani hai kya, kise hai pata.. I was standing on the balcony. The sunset sky looked beautiful. Thousands of shimmering hues were playing hide and seek there, and amazed with the sublime beauty of the dusk, I was humming this song. While looking…
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The Umbrella Man
It’s a very short story of a man and his burden of responsibilities. On a rainy morning, It was raining hard again.He looked through the window; perhaps a storm was coming.He took his umbrella and started walking towards the door. While walking, he tried to have a look at the umbrella. It’s one of those…
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The First Teacher
After your birth, when you cried for the first time, your ‘Mum’ embraced you in her arms, and gave a warm hug of love, assuring you that whenever you need a hand to hold, your ‘Mum’ will be always there for you..that was the first lesson you learnt, and she was your “First Teacher”. Times…
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A Daybreak With The Sea Waves
I love the daybreak. I love to embrace the morning glory. I love to see the night escaping into a lovely sunrise. When the sun first peers and sends its first ray of light, I love to sing the song of life. With the morning breeze, I love to write poems of hope. I…
The Blissful Storyteller 