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The day is 10th July, 2022. I look around. It’s a dome. Yes, that’s what comes to mind as I sit in the 5th row, centre corner seat of ‘the Chapel’ where I’m bound to start the very first session of the Creative School for Writers, Summer Workshop at Victoria University, Toronto. There are like… Read more
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THE FOLLOWING SHORT STORY WAS PUBLISHED & DISPLAYED AS PART OF THE ONTARIO CULTURE DAYS IN BURLINGTON, ONTARIO, CANADA, FROM SEPTEMBER 19TH TO OCTOBER 12TH 2025. “Oh, I missed picking this up.” A twig here, a twig there. That’s all to it in life. Vast fields where I can see the whole world with my naked eye. I wonder what’s there beyond the horizon. Is… Read more
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He saw her at a time When his heart was broken inside He was on that lonely road With a million thoughts of his own A perfect match, made in heaven And the world stood still that night She saw him at a time When her heart was broken inside She thought her world had… Read more
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“Room 306, third floor. They asked me to wait there. That’s where they meet all the 12-year-olds. Let’s race to the top and we’ll see who the faster one is!” Samuel called out to Eric and started running, aiming to get a head start and brag about winning the race later. That’s a lot of stairs! … Read more
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Too many stories to tell. But they cannot be accommodated in just one blog. But if I do have to tell a story, I would have to take you back to 13th September 2019 – my first day on the office floor of a culturally beautiful company that I worked for. As I sat on… Read more
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‘The buying of more books that one can read is nothing less than the soul searching towards infinity, and this passion is the only thing that raises us above the beast that perish.’ – A. Edward Newton (1863-1940) “Hmm”, I thought as I read the bookmark which had the quote printed in pale brown ink.… Read more
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Monday Evening, 5:54 pm Location: Local Public Library As I sat at a desk inside my local public library, it felt like my ‘almost’ perfect dream. I say ‘almost’ because in my perfect dream, instead of the public library it’s more of a space at home, a cozy space with a Barcalounger, a small table… Read more
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I started writing stories when I was a kid. I’m not anymore. Though I collected a lot of years in my age ‘bank’, my love and fondness for stories did not change. Be it my uncle telling my brother and I story of the Ramayana (a Hindu mythological tale) everyday while he tried to take… Read more
Imagination with a pinch of reality!
Scribbling Canvas 