The hope that made me forget grief #WriteBravely

Dear A, Time and again you’ve convinced me that the sacrifices I’ve made for my family can never be measured or priced....

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Things we see on the streets #WriteBravely

  “Kisiki muskurahaton pe ho nisaar…” sang Grandpa merrily as he wiped the filthy streets with his long rough broom. Little Bittu...

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Weaving stories around rains

Vidhi loved rains. A diehard romantic, for her rains were synonymous with crisp fragrant air, lush green outdoors and warming up in...

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Memories of the past #WriteBravely

As I saw our daughter snuggled in the quilt with him, I couldn’t help wondering. Did I deserve to be in his...

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