Musings
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Remembering the Bookish Family of the Town
My childhood memories of our family bookstore, home library, and a small publishing house. Read about the bookish family of the small town. Continue reading
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You Write What You Have to Write at That Hour
We writers, can’t write anything that we wish to. We only write what we have to write at that hour. Maybe, we don’t choose the hour and the genre of writing but they choose us to be written. Continue reading
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I Will Celebrate My Independence when I Will Get the Freedom of Choice
I will celebrate my independence when I will gather the courage to tell the world that whatever I choose, it’s my choice Continue reading
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Some Words Remained Unsaid
The sky was dark. But far away from us, the North Star was blinking bright…as if, it was asking me about someone. I was standing on the balcony, listening to the whispers of the silence. Suddenly, the cold breeze blew… Continue reading
The Blissful Storyteller 