Hope and despair: A story by Sonal Singh
‘I’m sorry,’ the doctor said, ‘Your child has tested positive for the AMBID virus.’ Naina, my wife, fell into a chair. I stood and stared...
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Hope and despair: A story by Sonal Singh
‘I’m sorry,’ the doctor said, ‘Your child has tested positive for the AMBID virus.’ Naina, my wife, fell into a chair. I stood and stared...
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The Road not taken- My destiny: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
At a zigzag of crossroads, life stood to stare A critical conjecture of moments of crisis and dare Intersections and junctures seemingly effortless and upbeat...
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The Road not taken- My destiny: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
At a zigzag of crossroads, life stood to stare A critical conjecture of moments of crisis and dare Intersections and junctures seemingly effortless and upbeat...
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Contagion: A story by Preethi Warrier
She tried fighting back her tears as they packed him, her husband of ten years. It was just last night they had cooked dinner, watched...
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Contagion: A story by Preethi Warrier
She tried fighting back her tears as they packed him, her husband of ten years. It was just last night they had cooked dinner, watched...
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Raat din Priyavar ki yaad: A poem by Dr. Suresh Kumar
कुंठित मन की कुंठा मन में कूट-कूट कुम्ह्लाती है. प्राण प्रिये प्रियवर की याद..रात दिन सताती है.. क्षण भर की भी दूरी जो, मन को...
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Raat din Priyavar ki yaad: A poem by Dr. Suresh Kumar
कुंठित मन की कुंठा मन में कूट-कूट कुम्ह्लाती है. प्राण प्रिये प्रियवर की याद..रात दिन सताती है.. क्षण भर की भी दूरी जो, मन को...
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Priceless: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Stark white hair adorned his wrinkled faceHis empty eyes gaped in infinite spaceNo words he spoke nor heard the chirping birdsAlas! He was blind and...
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Priceless: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Stark white hair adorned his wrinkled faceHis empty eyes gaped in infinite spaceNo words he spoke nor heard the chirping birdsAlas! He was blind and...
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Raat aur din: A poem by Nisha Tandon
दिन थक कर जब हारे उसे बेसब्री से रात का इंतेज़ार होता हैऔर फिर ना जाने कितनी दफ़ा वो उसकी नाज़ोंअदा से बेज़ार होता हैधीरे...
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Raat aur din: A poem by Nisha Tandon
दिन थक कर जब हारे उसे बेसब्री से रात का इंतेज़ार होता हैऔर फिर ना जाने कितनी दफ़ा वो उसकी नाज़ोंअदा से बेज़ार होता हैधीरे...
