Frozen Cherries

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Come September and the trees start shedding their leaves. Soon they are robbed of every trace of green; something that makes us wonder if the tree is dead. By December, it starts [tag]snow[/tag]ing and the brown tree struggles to support the weight of snow on it. Water, which had nurtured the growth of the tree from a seed, has now…

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I’m going to miss it

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From notebooks and workbooks in primary school to machines and chemicals in engineering. From a kid who fumbled with his underwear in kindergarten to an executive who is trying a perfect tie for his formals. From the time you prided yourself on writing a book report to the time when you were skeptical about that project report. From the days…

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Not my work

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When I was a little boy, my mother once asked me to wash the dishes. “It’s not my work”, I complained. “Fine.”, she said. “It’s not my work either! Should we let the dirty dishes remain as they are?” That was when I got my first lesson of collective [tag]responsibility[/tag]. My parents brought me up in a way that made…

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The perfume seller

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There is excessive [tag]economic disparity[/tag] in Mumbai. It is a known phenomenon but never did the reality hit me so hard than the other day. I was traveling in the second class compartment in a crowded [tag]local train[/tag]. Every now and then, a [tag]salesman[/tag] would board the compartment and advertise his wares. These salesmen have innovative strategies to attract the…

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Frogs, snails and earthworms

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It has started raining in Mumbai. The Meteorological department says these are pre-Monsoon showers. Ah…! The free creatures (such as me) living on mother earth are least concerned about the technical crap. I get delighted seeing the rain: it gives me very elementary joyous feeling and I feel my soul celebrating. Joining the party from nowhere are other insects –…

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Privet

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I don’t understand the reason why I’m suddenly fascinated with everything Russian. Series of events, one after the other in a short span lead to this situation. I think KGB is up to something. It all started when I first read the works of Ayn Rand, a Russian girl who escaped from the strong fisted arrival of the communists and…

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