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My mother was always good with children. She told me that children are the most innocent beings in the world. Somehow, I never warmed up to kids. For the first time in my life, my friend gave birth to a baby girl. I wouldn’t say that I had an epiphany and my attitude changed but I slowly learnt to play with her.

One fine day my friend asked me to babysit Ishani for an entire day. I dreaded the fact that I have to spend time with a six-year-old for an entire day but at the same time I also felt guilty. My friend came with Ishani at 8 AM in the morning. She told me, “Don’t worry, she has her iPad and she can also watch TV.” Continue reading “Home”

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My Funny Valentine

It was 8 pm in the evening and I was finishing off my work when I saw my phone vibrate. My husdownloadband texted me – Where are you.  Now, we generally do not celebrate Valentine’s Day but we also have made a point to have a decent dinner together at our home. Amidst all the late night client calls, reports to be sent and presentations, we made an effort to come back, sit together and eat a simple meal on the same table. Continue reading “My Funny Valentine”

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The beginning

It was late in the night and I was just about to fall asleep when I saw Whats App message from my dear friend – Hi, I have broken up. I sat down and contemplated for a second and I had this weird intuition that this time it was for real. There was no phone call from her, no message from him, just a simple message left on my phone. I could not sleep. I knew that even if I called on her phone, she would not pick up. I took a blanket and sneaked up the stairs to the terrace with some hot tea. Continue reading “The beginning”

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Discretion Part 2

I sat down on my bed and looked at the watch. I knew his flight had already landed. I knew he must be getting ready. I looked at myself in the mirror for good five minutes, trying to understand if I had changed.

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Paul Keaton from Google Images

While my appearance did change I was unable to figure if I was the same person.

I had asked him to meet me near the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square. Anyone could find it easily in New York. I stood there patiently waiting. I could hear somewhere someone playing a saxophone. Through the swarm of crowds, I could not figure out who it is was or where the music was playing. That is what I love about New York, beneath the energy of the city, the city can terse time into smaller pieces of melody. Continue reading “Discretion Part 2”