fiction
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वेतन
भोर फटने वाली थी। पर नन्ही मीरा आज सुबह के पहले ही जाग गयी थी, आज का दिन खास था। पक्षी भी मनो आज की सुबह के लिए आतुर थे। सात साल की मीरा बेचैनी से १० बजने का इंतज़ार करने लगी। बात ये थी की सुबह १० बजे ही पास वाले लाला की दुकान… Continue reading
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Figments of Imagination 2
Again a day spent without accomplishing anything. I’ve been going through this bout of unproductivity where I’m too tired to do anything productive but not tired enough to not waste my time on other things. Maybe I’m just avoiding writing. My last story wasn’t well-received. I guess I should just quit while I’m ahead. End… Continue reading
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Storytellers are strange fellows
An amateur writer sat on his bed, his electronics scattered around. There’s barely room for him to sleep on his bed, yet the convenience of having your laptop trumps the beauty of a clean bed. The peculiar warmth of autumn has filled the room throughout the day, but in a while, the night will make… Continue reading
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Conversation
It was the middle of December, and I was on my way back home from the library. It had been one of those days, you know. When it seems the universe is out to get you, one after the other things kept going wrong. By the time I was on my way back, I was… Continue reading
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Regret
August 28, 2019, 9:00 PM It’s raining. I’ve got mud on my shoes. I feel afraid, after many years I feel anything at all. In 10 minutes I’m going to take a life. I’m about to kill a man for the last time. Myself. August 28, 2019, 7:30 PM I’m sitting at a party… Continue reading
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Waiting
Waiting sucks. I’m sitting on a bench, fiddling my fingers. I move my leg up and down before I remember how you hate it when I do that. So I stop. I think of all the stories I’m going to tell you. I think of the jokes and segues in conversation which will lead to… Continue reading
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Night
It was just past 11, it had rained heavily. I was lying on my bed scrolling through my life on social media, one app at a time, when your roommate called me. Maybe something bad happened at work today, someone must’ve said something. Maybe you just fought with a friend or with your father. It… Continue reading
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I’m fine
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE,TRAUMA,ISOLATION I think hospitals everywhere have the same kind of smell. Maybe hospitals everywhere get the same kind of floor cleaner. This smell, that’s how I knew I was in a hospital even before I opened my eyes. There’s a nurse, she seems kinda indifferent as if… Continue reading
About Me
I’m a guy in a strange place writing an infrequent blog. I speak with little to no expertise on everything. What I write comes from my lived experience and that’s all there is to it. This is a blog maintained with v low effort and purely for my joy