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1 Bharath was 11, and a jolly kid. His friends were more logical to their age. Wearing a very short blue nylon trousers (the elastic was easier to pull down to pee, than the tight jeans knicker outfit) and a black ‘Happy’ tee-shirt, the boy looked younger. He was short and that was…
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1 For some reason, Bruce was excited. He wouldn’t tell anyone. Bruce reminded you of Bruce Reid, the tall Australian fast bowler of the late 80s. He was 6 feet. Not a towering frame, but lanky as Mr. Reid and smelling onions (while bathing was a chore). He was not a bowler. He was an…
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Ever since I came back from the curse of the Writers Block (I’d prefer saying, after being ejected from the damned clutches of unproductivity) earlier this year, which was sort of a paradox, I had written 13 articles on a trot. Im not superstitious, but, the infamous number 13 had halted my progress. Maybe for…
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1 Summers are lengthy, and damn hot. I switch on the air conditioner and look through the tall glass windows drawing the pale-yellow curtains away. There is not much of a scene to celebrate. I call this window, a secret window (not to be confused with Stephen King’s Secret Window, Secret Garden). There is no…
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1 Justin’s apartment was the same as anybody else’s. A brick-and-mortar high rise in a town like Mangalore is a fab world, boasting all modern amenities (although some complained that the apartment’s gym was smaller) that would entice an urban nomad to its fold. Justin lives on Floor 20, with his ageing parents. He worked…
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1 Danny could see the dead. He even spoke to them. But, the fact that he didn’t knew about his uniqueness, was a mystery. During the summer vacation, Danny travels. This summer, the fourteen-year-old Danny ‘Djinn’ da Costa was at Valencia, Mangalore – a coastal town, down the South of India, which mostly smells of…
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1 Weekends are not without a visit to the local eatery. There was neither a specific interest for starters nor for soups with those salty chips served to be eaten with green pudina chutney, rather, Sunny would ask his family of three (including himself) whether they wanted fresh milk tea and masala dosa. Occasional sandwiches…
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1 Pratik was no longer alone. He has a friend. A betta, or a Siamese fighting fish, who he named ‘Junior’. It was a gift that he bought for his little girl, Tia (that name might sound puny, but it fits, as his daughter was a tiny frame), who was in Kannur, out on a…
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*******1******* If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. Henry David Thoreau It is true that dreams and aspirations needs a considerable amount of reckoning, coupled with an undying dedication, before one could stand up on…
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I was watching a song on YouTube, “Ooh la” by The Kooks. I have heard this song many times, and each time, this song has enthralled me due to its conventional Indie style, black and white video, and its post-punk revival beats. As customary to listening to music, I was lost in thoughts. I was…
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