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A Train Journey

-By Brave Flower- Back in the 1990s, the Indian Railways was still the go-to mode of transport for long distance travel. We didn’t have the internet or mobile phones to rely on to pass our time. We resorted to observing our surroundings and interacting with the people around us to keep ourselves engaged. The following… Continue reading A Train Journey

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…And all my experiences are virtual

-By KK- In the real world, virtuality crept in. The experience took on a digital form. The dot com world put a full stop to ‘being out there, done it’.  Today, outdoor games, playing, looking for that unusual stone, corral, watching a squirrel scurry up a tree, imitating a bird’s take off, watching it build… Continue reading …And all my experiences are virtual

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The Red Beacon Light

-By Soul Sword- “Never judge a stranger by his clothes.”- Zachary Taylor The following is a true incident that the Chief Guest at our school function narrated when asked to address the gathering. Since it has been quite a long time since this happened, I don’t recall the Chief Guest’s name, but what she said… Continue reading The Red Beacon Light

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Itsy-bitsy Moments of Joy . . .

-By Soul Sword- Enjoying the breeze before the storm, First rain of the monsoon, Playing with molten wax from candles during power cuts, Unexpected holidays, Standing in the waves on a full moon day, Receiving a Sony Walkman with cassettes as a gift for 16th birthday, New song in the Mp3 playlist, New earphones, Taking… Continue reading Itsy-bitsy Moments of Joy . . .

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All I Need Is Moments of Joy. . .

-By Brave Flower- Taking a bullock cart ride, Enjoying a night drive, Cycling on the mountainside on a foggy morning, Shaking a tree branch for a dew drop shower, Arranging the flowers from the garden in a bouquet, Tickets to 1st day 1st show of a movie, The smell of new clothes, The smell of… Continue reading All I Need Is Moments of Joy. . .