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Varun was already awake when Imran walked into his room. He didn’t look as ghostly as he did the night before. He broke into a smile the moment he saw Imran. Imran almost ran to the side of the bed, flung himself on Varun, buried his face in the nape of his neck and his entire body wrecked with sobs. He clutched at Varun’s shirt with all his might as if he was scared he would lose him any moment. With the free hand Varun held him with all the strength he could master. The nurse standing at the c
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“I love you.” Varun was propped up on his elbow, looking down at Imran’s eyes. The sincerity tore at his heart. “I love you too. I did, the first day I walked into the office and saw you. But I never thought I would hear the same thing from your mouth. To-night, in your house, lying in your bed, my belief in miracles is re-enforced. Varun leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, as if putting a seal on an agreement. An agreement of a lifetime. They belonged to each other from then
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It was a cold and dreary winter day. The grey sky burst into a carnival of white confetti which quickly blanketed the city of Toronto. The dull grey light and the incessant snowfall were all like a reflection of a depressed mind. Through the silence, which seemed to stretch to eternity the only sounds that could be heard were the crackling of wood in the fireplace and the typing of a computer keyboard. Imran looked up at the computer screen, thought for a moment then continued to type away. H
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“So what does your Mom’s report say?” Karan was sitting across the battered sofa in the dimly lit lobby of the guest house. Rudra was at the far end of the sofa and there was an air of formality and courteousness in the conversation. The thought did cross Karan’s mind when he met Rudra; and that same thought was bothering him once again. Although he was chatting with him, the more he looked at Rudra’s face the more baffled he got. There was nothing exceptional in Rudra. He was not the most go
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Karan had the same odd feeling, the nervousness and the same tension in his stomach he had felt the first time; as he dialled Rudra’s number with trembling hands. He waited nervously for the call to complete. He heard a click and a woman’s monotone came in saying the number he was dialling could not be reached as the person was outside coverage area. He looked down at the phone in dismay as if he expected the girl to be right there. He dialled again and again but every time it gave him the same
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It was a never ending journey back home. The train rattled incessantly and Karan lay back on his bunk and stared up at the concave ceiling of the train. He tried to reason what happened in the last two days. He was almost scared. He had a knot in his stomach, like he generally gets when he dreads something. Nothing made sense to him. The more the train took the group away from Delhi, the more Karan felt himself close to the place. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But the only thing he saw
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Welcome... Hope you have a great time here.
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It was the perfect day. The autumn sky looked like spring-cleaned. Not a spec of cloud and the sky was in its sparkling best. The soft rustle of the breeze through the autumn leaves was a tad bit melancholic; or was it only Karan? As he walked out of the hotel, dressed in his sherwani, he was detached from the group. None of the others saw the beauty of the October morning, no one noticed the brush of sadness in the air and Karan hardly noticed the group. He was quiet and stared straight ahead a
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Few yards away… there was Rajesh, Karan’s friend’s younger brother. He had come to receive the group. Karan was apprehensive of meeting Rajesh again. But then it has been 4 years they had broken off. One of the reasons, why Karan had left Kolkata and came to Bombay. A city where he knew no one; wasn’t sure what he wanted out of life at that point of time. Only thing he wanted was to go out of Rajesh’s life and put an end to the 6 years of relationship. Later, on many occasions Karan had ponde
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Thank you for the feed back. I really appreciate. So I am assuming you are Bengali and from India??? Anyway... thank you once again.
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Its a story of 3 men who's paths crossed by sheer chance of fate and their lives changed forever.
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Karan leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. The sun streamed through the window and made it almost impossible to look out the window. He was tired, emotionally drained. Too many things had happened which left him gasping for breath. He was still reeling by its impact. And now as he tried to calm down, 30,000 feet above ground, scenes came flashing back like a kaleidoscope. Its then he realized, it would be a very long journey for him. It was only 3 years but felt like a light year ago.
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Thank you very much
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I am supposed to buy my name from STORE, I read somewhere. How do I do that. Don't see no options. Thank you for the warm welcome. I really appreciate
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Wow... I was below Resident Vampire when I started typing and by the time I posted there are so many in between. Awesome!!!!
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Just found out about the site. Really excited. Hope to read a lot of creative writing and post a few of my own along the way. Cheers. <br>
