He walked into the theatre with the air of someone who had just bagged a treasure, a very expensive treasure. She walked demurely by his side. They settled into the front row. Romeo and Juliet …
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Front Row Seats
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Three Years of mykidneybeans!
On my third year anniversary, I find myself in another country. Neither my birth nor my adopted one. I am in beautiful, culture-rich, amazing Russia. I don’t intend to turn my third anniversary post into …
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Second Love – Part 1
Seema sat on the park bench watching the little tots playing in the sandbox. Sanjay would have been so thrilled to see them so full of joy and life! She quickly shifted her thoughts to …
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Letting Go
Anita sat beside the window sill, tears streaming down her eyes. The myriad of emotions going through her was too much to contain or display. She had to get a grip, now! She could hear …
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The Opportunity of a Lifetime – Part 3
Joey’s eyes were sore and red in the first few minutes. With a determination that surprised even himself, Joey willed his eyes and his entire being to stay strong despite the three-pronged assault of these …
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Me, The Indian Trumpet and The Maid Special!
The Winter Edition of The Indian Trumpet is themed around the quintessential Indian Maid. The dynamics, politics and relationships a maid creates within the household is bound to inspire many a writer, as it did …
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In-Dependence
While we Indians celebrate Independence Day, a spirited discussion began between like-minded writers like myself which was triggered by a question posed by one among us – what does Independence mean to you? Answers began …
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Twenty Five Minutes
I have been driving now since the last ten years. But I can safely say I take no pleasure in it. My only intention to learn to drive was to get from point A to …
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Tough Love
I adored my father. Unfortunately, it was to his discredit that for a long time, I was the only one among the five of us who did. It’s not a fact that surprises me though. …
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The Hairbrush
Bhagyam sat down heavily in front of her dressing table and surveyed herself, eyes burning into the mirror as if she wanted to imprint this moment into her memory for life. She was beautiful, of …
