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आडरानात झुळझुळणाऱ्या पाण्याशेजारी तंबू ठोकलेला. पोर्णिमेची रात्र निवडूनच ट्रेक ठरवलेला. शुभ्र, दुधाळ चांदण्यांनी भारलेला परिसर.. गर्द झाडांच्या मंद्र सावल्यांमध्ये पसरलेली एकांत शांतता. आम्ही तिघंच. अर्ह झोपतच नव्हता. सारखा म्हणत…
I feared going to Hell as a child—I knew exactly what it looked like. Against an indigo sky stood a well of fire into which you were thrown while the…
It was during the war of 1945 when the incident occurred.
The man was a soldier who survived a plane crash. He lay unconscious near a large water body. As…
It had never occurred to Sonali that sadness could have a smell, not until she sat there in that waiting room. It wasn’t that she had never been sad; on…
Every year, Dada would start constructing a fort a day before Vasu Baras, the first day of Diwali. The wall of the landlord’s house extended a little outside and formed…
रात्री असं वाटत होतं की हजारो-लाखों कोनांमधनं येणारे प्रकाशाचे झोत अंगात भरत जातील आणि आपण निर्अंग होऊन जाऊ. लहानपणी भिंगातनं सूर्यप्रकाश एका बिंदूत साठवून कापूस जाळायचो आपण तसं. या झोतांनी…
When I was a child there was an old wood-framed rectangular mirror in my home that had found its way here from the native place. It was small and light…
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free. -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Though there was some foreshadowing, yet the whole world changed too abruptly and…
Shalu was meeting her mother after a year. She had spoken to her a couple of times in the middle: once on her birthday, once on Shalu’s, and once when…
Looking back into the farthest reaches of my mind with, at this point, extreme precision, as opposed to the usually lacklustre and muddled way I deal with my brain, I…
“Don’t you dare come near the mirror again,” Sonali said, scolding Munna one more time that morning. The ceiling fan was groaning like a grumpy old man, spreading the smell…
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