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A habit

The sizzle on the tawa spread a pleasant aroma of dosa in the house. Swara was stirring the sambar beside the cooking dosa. She was juggling cooking and packing lunches for school and the office. ” Swara! Where is my belt?” a voice from the bedroom. ” Comming!” Swara responded, reducing the flames of the…

I missed him

It had been 5 years. Missing was a word far from what I felt. I was more than desperate to see him. ‘Would he be glad to see me too?’ I thought. I didn’t care anymore. I loved him so much that i wanted to see him even if he didn’t want to see me.…

The servant

She ran to her mom and peeked at the shouting lady. She understood that it was about her, but she didn’t remember herself being mischievous. She hid behind her mother trying to understand the situation. Her mother, in a feeble voice, said, “She is just a kid.” Hell broke loose, and the shouting lady was…

Unnoticed

Once upon a time there was a small diya that sat on the edge of a table in a fancy store, waiting for someone to pick him up. He looked at every customer that came looking for a diya. But no one noticed him. Everyone looked at the huge majestic ones that were painted and…

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