A Spoon of Spice

Monday, 8 May 2017

Tank Full of Memories

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Narrow steps lead to my realm, Jade green water reflects light, Ducks or swans, they saunter, My Grandmom holds me tight, I wish to tou...
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Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Sit Beside Me

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A white food box lay on the table we now shared. I looked at her in the eye and she opened it to give me a idly coated in garlic chutney. ...
Friday, 7 April 2017

Educate and Encourage

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The clock struck six and my fingers began to tremble. I had five hours left for my flight to Singapore. My mom squeezed my fingers and rea...
Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Chappal Buddies

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I wanted to buy her a dress. I went into every shop on the street and could not seem to find the perfect one for her. If the dress was nic...
Saturday, 18 March 2017

When the Tides Change

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It was a pristine white apartment. The hall led to a little corridor with rooms on either sides. The two inhabitants on the left side of t...
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Sunday, 12 March 2017

The Social Butterfly

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I looked at the watch on my wrist and realized that I still had 45 minutes to be at the next appointment. It was 11.30 AM and the restaura...
Monday, 6 March 2017

Mystery of the Missing Surname

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An elegantly dressed man in a white suit came on the screen and in his imitable manner said "I am Bond, James Bond." Several of ...
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