In the beautiful valley of Jammu & Kashmir’s Pulwama district, lives a young woman who has become a symbol of independence, resilience, and transformation. Born into a modest family in …
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“It is as if a mountain of sorrow has collapsed on me!” My deceased grandmother used to say these words very often, and I always thought she was exaggerating. How …
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“It is as if a mountain of sorrow has collapsed on me!” My deceased grandmother used to say these words very often, and I always thought she was exaggerating. …
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“You know, our new neighbour, Mrs. Tiwari…..” Sunil Sharma was setting the dishes for dinner when his wife Nidhi started talking while she kept the food on the table. …
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“Mom, is the showcase moving, or is it my delusion?” With a rolling pin in hand, she ambled out from the kitchen and stood next to me. For a few …
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“Mr. Aakash Shrivastav, can I please have the pleasure of my son’s company over a cup of coffee?” Pulling my eyes from the laptop, I saw dad standing at …
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“Mayank, if Nikhil was here today, in which year of MBA would he be?” Before writing the letter, Mahi asked her husband to confirm. Mayank kept his gaze affixed on …
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Prisha, a girl with mellifluous voice and cheerful personality believes that one could create his/her own world. Her peculiar ways of looking at life is her individuality. She believes that …
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“Finally, I got what I wanted. Thanks, babe for delving into this wearisome task along with me,” Bhoomi sighed. “Yeah, you’ll look unmatched in this dress. Just order it.” Naina …
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Mr. Pradhan! Good we met here. I was thinking of talking to you on the phone.” Deepak Pradhan was at the mall picking up a few parcels, when he incidentally …