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The other day, a dog by the street side kept staring at me. First, I thought he was hungry. So I fed him. But even then he had that look about him; a quizzical, strange look. I couldn’t name it. Was he trying to say something? I had read somewhere that your departed communicate with…
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after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr
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Hello, readers! Most of you’ll know Alfey, my 7-year-old Spitz boy. But what you guys might not know is how two years back, life changed for both of us. Here’s where the episode 2 of Season 1 of the show comes into the picture. The show is ‘Years without Alfey’ and the episode is ‘The…
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February generously brought me quite few opportunities of travel and just how! The third week of the month had me and family pack our bags and leave for Varanasi, the religious capital of India popularly known as ‘City of Ghats’, ‘City of Salvation’, and one that proudly stands as one of the oldest cities in…
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With Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov has enchanted this reader’s mind, eternally. The deities and devils both, must have been on his side, when he created Master and Margarita, for the kind of masterpiece it is. Soon after M&M, I had a plan to reach out to his other novels and A Dog’s Heart was…
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as the key clicked into the lock he stood up excited to finally see her to be with her ♥ she hurriedly wiped her kohl-stained eyes the memories of the finality still burning in her mind ♥ a weak smile replaced her sobs the truth need not be sensed the story need not known and hugged him as he jumped into her…
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And ever so slowly I fell in love with you while watching you lost in worlds far away from me with the way you lose yourself in stories drifting to unreal places desiring fictional novices when you scribble hurriedly when you smile contently with the way you keep secrets buried in your heart only your eyes bearing testimony ♥…
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He sniffed everyone passing by. Their scents, their dangling handbags, And looked up at them, with pleading eyes… The heartless drove him away, kids pelted stones at him, Out of disgust, of fear or rage, scaring him to death. Away he ran and stood staring at their backs as they walked on… They looked at…
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“Why eyes?”, asked he suddenly not so curious. “Why ever not”, I enquired. Answering his less satisfied yet inquisitive look, “For the same reason as you may find lips or hair or general physique attractive”, I finished. I find casual coffee talks quite stimulating. Especially, when you meet with old mates after a long time. Conversations steer in all directions.…
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