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Dear papa, You’re gone a year today and you’ll want to know this. I don’t cry today. I don’t look back. I don’t ponder over the ifs and whys? I don’t think it matters. I don’t curse anyone. Nor do I regret life. But let me tell you this, I also feel I don’t have…
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Review Available on: Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon Author: Mitch Albom| Genre: Fiction | Pages: 197 The Plot: Charley Benetto is a broken man, his life destroyed by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits rock bottom after discovering he won’t be invited to his only daughter’s wedding. And he decides to take…
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When she got married, her mother spent sleepless nights. Oblivion engulfed her mornings, tea went cold each time, cups were returned to the kitchen counter, unbelievably from a tea-addict like her. ♥ Her favorite dishes, sweet and sour, left untouched for hours, begged to be devoured. Morsels cut down to halves, chewed painfully longer, without…
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Apparently, manners and I don’t get along well. Don’t look so surprised. Not yet. Save it up for what comes next. If you’ve been following this blog you’d already know that I have never been the best kid in the world. Blame the generation gap, blame me, and blame whoever you like. But that’s that.…
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Someone passed away recently. A school mate. Someone I didn’t know well. And yet he appears in my thoughts. A silhouette. As crazy as it may sound but I think about him. He gave in to cancer. I’d heard from friends. After three years of tiresome battle. A battle to live. A fight against death.…
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“What do you see?” probed my mother with a worried look on her face, a look she failed to hide. It’s been weeks and I have grown tired of seeing things in the day time. Yes, day-time. The remnants from my nightmares born from fragmented pieces of sleep, becoming nightmares in the day. And I drag…
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“What are resolutions?” This question would occupy good amount of my time and would involve a good part of my brain when I was a kid. I didn’t seem to understand the term and would end up ruminating about it. I remember the year I stepped into my first grade at school. It was the…
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I don’t really remember when was the last time that I was away from her. Maybe when I was very little to even know what missing someone means. But I’m sure it wasn’t for so long that every beat of my heart craves to see her again around me, casting that radiant smile shining my…
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Asha Seth 