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For the one who's still remembered..
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April 27th 1983 I opened the mango pickle jar and smelled it. I could already
feel my mouth salivating, thinking about the small tangy and spicy bursts of the
home-made pickle in my tongue. I just made this lot last month. Looking at the
half-empty jar, guess it would just take two more weeks for the bottom of the
pickle jar to wink back sadly at me. I would need to pick and pickle the mangoes
again, if at all l'd to survive another month before I became incapable of
performing such chores. I couldn't stop myself from yearning for my mother in
moments such as these. She'd ceased to exist five years back. Only her memories
were here to give me company now.
Ramya Vivek
Ruby red dangle earrings
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Who doesn't love surprises? Well we all do, isn't it? And when you get your most
desired thing as a surprise, joy of receiving it doubles. So, I was feeling the
same joy when my husband gifted me a pair of danglers studded with red ruby like
stone on my birthday, actually my first birthday after our marriage.
Arti Mathur
And as she skipped away, a part of my heart went with her too!
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"Bye, Mommy! I love you!" I watched, teary eyed, as my little daughter skipped
inside her kindergarten class. Her pink frock with flowers all over it matched
exactly with her new backpack slung over her shoulder. It contained her water
bottle and a box of snacks. I had been prepared for tears, wails and hugs. I had
been worried that she would cling to me, not letting go. What I had been totally
unprepared for, was the barrage of tears from my end! She ran off happily,
waving her hands, carrying away a piece of my heart with her.
Hamsini G
Meri Maa❤️
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"Can you buy me this book?” She asked like a child. It reminded me, how much she
loved to read. She had somehow managed to send me the screenshot of the book. I
could picture the struggle she must have gone through to get that screenshot. I
ordered it immediately.
Monalisa Dey
Abandon perfection!
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The first thing that most of the young girls do after waking up in the morning
is to lean around the bedroom mirror and wonder why their bodies and face are
not like it should be. Most of them are seen gazing at the life-size posters of
models and heroines and emulate their style.
Dr. Vibhuti Sethi Mittal
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The wedding night!
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It was our first night together. We had just tied the knot. Everyone around us
were giggling, as we were led to our private room decorated with overly fragrant
flowers. The decor just seemed gaudy to me. This had been an arranged marriage.
Did everyone just expect us to consummate our marriage that night? Was that what
he was expecting too? Despite running this thought over and over again in my
head, I had never actually discussed this with him during our courting phase, if
that’s what it’s called.
Sheeba Rajam
I Left My Children Behind in an Abusive Marriage and Walked Away
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I have two children from this monster I call a husband. He walked into my life
promising a happily ever after, and the nitwit that I was fell for the oldest
trick in the book. Love! He said he loved me and asked me to live with his
parents instead of a two bedroom flat he had promised. I agreed.
Summi Rafiq
Because I can’t stop loving you
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I tried to do whatever I could to abandon my thoughts, but nothing worked. The
television, Instagram reels, and reading, but nothing could drown the deafening
noise of his harsh words. “You can never come in between my parents and me.” He
said it as plainly as he could. “But I haven't done anything like that.” I tried
to justify myself.
Punam Basu
For the one who's still remembered..
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April 27th 1983 I opened the mango pickle jar and smelled it. I could already
feel my mouth salivating, thinking about the small tangy and spicy bursts of the
home-made pickle in my tongue. I just made this lot last month. Looking at the
half-empty jar, guess it would just take two more weeks for the bottom of the
pickle jar to wink back sadly at me. I would need to pick and pickle the mangoes
again, if at all l'd to survive another month before I became incapable of
performing such chores. I couldn't stop myself from yearning for my mother in
moments such as these. She'd ceased to exist five years back. Only her memories
were here to give me company now.
Ramya Vivek
I Wish I had Lost Him In Miscarriage Instead!
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"Harshit, Harshit, I have been calling his name since last night but he is not
waking up. Someone, please tell him. His mother desperately wants to hear his
voice. Why isn't he listening to me? Even if he's angry with me, he can't at
least answer back?" "Sonu beta look at him. How peacefully he's lying on the
floor. Tell me from where he looks sick to you. Sick to the extent that he
cannot answer back? Sick to the extent that he will not move? Remain still, not
move forever? And what kind of fever does that to you? Even viral fever takes a
few days to show its ugly face. How can a fever caused by jaundice take him
away?"
Sonika Lowe
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Do I deserve all the praise?
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Geek! Nerd! Tomboyish! These are the adjectives that could be used to describe
me while growing up. And for all purposes, I was. I wore braces because of
buckteeth; My nose was always in a book and I wore thick glasses; I always oiled
my hair for school ( even in my la-di-da Chennai school). Being in a joint
family, comparisons with my other sisters, who in my opinion, were prettier,
more charming, and wittier than me, added to my feeling of inadequacy about
myself.
Harshita Nanda
MAA, don't grow old, please!
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59 Comments
It was a usual weekday and I was examining a patient in my office when my phone
rang. Ma calling..... I thought of putting it on silent and first finishing
talking to my patient but I remembered that she had had a fall and had hurt
herself a few days ago so I picked up the call.
Sheena Gupta
I'm a Tortoise. Catch me if you can!
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By the common standards trending in today's materialistic world, I'm a pretty
laid-back person. I hate pushing my boundaries to achieve what appears
unachievable to my heart and my brain. I rather prefer listening to them. My
best buddies! My heart and my brain! This may sound foolish and you may think,
"What's there to be proud of if you are a laid-back person? You won't reach
anywhere."
Dr. Surbhi Bajaj
The Tumultuous Teenagers!
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'N..... N....N.....Open the door! It’s time to wake up.' No response. I bang
the door again. Nothing happens. I yell again. Nothing! How can he sleep so
soundly? I knock loudly. I pace around the room thinking about what to do. And
then I remember an incident. A friend had scolded her child. And the child
rebelled by taking his life.
S Sen
The yellow frock...
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Her saree wasn’t tattered or torn, but it was faded and old. She definitely
needed a new one. She might have even secretly desired or fancied something new.
But, somehow, she accepted the fading colors in exchange for that bright yellow
princess frock. Oh!! I still remember that frock. That yellow frock with white
lace would twirl every time I moved. I had seen it at a nearby store and stared
at it with dreamy eyes. Expensive it was, so I had given up all hope.
Monalisa Dey
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