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Dietician 17-Mar-2019 20:27

The saraswati food, the temples and the literature

Shreya 28-Jan-2019 11:12

The fact that there's no creator god, only teachers to idolize to. Non-violence. Business//money-saving skills!

Neeti Patel 27-Jan-2019 21:31

The spirit of living life as a celebration, business foresight and bargaining skills😂

Kalamwali 26-Jan-2019 18:41

Gujju food, Gujju Business sense, Garba Dandiya
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    In our twenties, Fights would last for a few days.Hand written letters and Sorry scribbled on the mirror with lipstick would reinstate Peace. Thirties changed the content of Fights.Peace made way through brushing of our feet under the cotton sheet, in the middle of the night.Fights in Forties were resolved with every bite full of spicy rice she fed me with her hands. Fifties introduced Fights with Wings.They were fought on the battle ground and flew out of the house on a whim.In our Sixties, a cup of tea could restore happiness even in between a fight.Somewhere through the Seventies, we forgot what we were fighting about and gave up.How I missed Fights in our Eighties!Now, I fought mostly with God.She smiled from her photo on the wall.I made peace and went back to playing Patience.
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Nine year old Arjun was an avid reader.One look at his book shelf and you had Marvel the avengers, kid Krish, He-Man, Super hero Max, Hercules and many such flamboyantly dressed, brawny action  icons staring at you, head-on.        Arjun lived in an apartment complex in an upcoming suburb, with his mother Anjali and their pet mongrel, Spidey. Two years back, after her painful separation from Vikas, Anjali was granted sole custody of Arjun.For anyone who knew her, she was this live, breathing, pulsating energy on the move.Anjali was the life of any place she went to, she often had people in spilts with her wit and humour and she guffawed through most challenges in her life.        She was a brilliant multitasker and handled her deadlines at work, her household responsibilities, her pet and parental duties with the spirit of a fierce tigress.However, an underlying fear that silently gnawed within her was whether she did enough for Arjun. She did not seek va
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Vasu worked as a nanny at the Mirchandani household.Her husband Dheeraj started off as a handyman of the house and over time had risen to the post of the most trusted driver of Mr.Akash Mirchandani,founder and MD of the biggest auto manufacturing company in the city.Akash was married to Ria for 8 years and they had a happy,energy bunny,Om who was all of 6.Ria was a fitness enthusiast and a celebrated socialite.          On the morning of December 21st,Dheeraj came on duty in his crisp white uniform,polished black shoes,his oiled hair neatly combed with a side parting.He requested the housekeeper to see Ria.Ria stepped into the Sun Porch,dressed in her gym clothes,ready to hit the Pilates studio.She greeted Dheeraj with a Good Morning."Good morning Madam,ek request thi.Aaj Vasu aur muzhe jaldi chutti mil sakti hai?6 baje tak nikal sake, to bhi chalega.Aaj thoda special din hai."Ria chuckled,"Kya special hai?""Aaj hamari shadi ko 2 saal hue Madam.Aur ek baat puchni thi,kya aaj office me
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 22-Mar-2019
    Her Abbujaan had a concussion and Fatima could not bear the thought of not being by his side as he inched closer to his end.She had not seen her father for the last 10 years,not even when she lost Nouman,her husband in an unfortunate road accident.For the last 8 years,Fatima had single handedly raised Ahmed in the once foreign land which she now called home;Birmingham.Gayathri had always been just a house away for Fatima.Fatima made a quick dash and filled her in on the situation.The only thing Gayathri asked Fatima to pack in Ahmed's bag was his asthma inhaler,the rest as she said would be taken care of.A tight hug later,Fatima was gone.Ahmed who was all of 9 was more than happy to spend the next few days at his best friend;Raghu’s home,the cherry on the cake being Gayathi Aunty's crispy dosas for breakfast every morning.Ahmed and Raghu were waiting with bated breath for the weekend.They were going to watch a live cricket match for the first time in their lives at Edgbaston and that too,India Vs Pakist
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  • I AM
    abeer athar | 17-Mar-2019
    I AM! I am more than what you seeI am what I choose to beI am what words fail to describe I am what a mirror cannot reflectI more than what you neglect I am someone your definitions can't defineI am all those unexplored galaxies What I need is not in you but in me, within meI cannot be like anyone I don't even want to be Because I am, meI am my victories and my losses I am my strengths and my weaknesses I am my pains and my gains And still a lot remainsI am the most defined, yet! Undefined I am the most explored, yet! unexploredI am more than the color of my skinI am more than my likes and dislikes I am what any lens cannot capture so fine Coz it cannot see what lies in this potential of mineI am my brain, I am my heart, I am my soul I am humble like the summer breeze, I am audacious like any black holeI cannot do everything But I can do something I cannot be like anyone But I can be what I was meant to be, the only one You think you know me ?Sometimes I don't even know myself What paths I can take, which cei
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  • Dietician | 17-Mar-2019
    Food is not Good or Bad , It is you who  makes  it Healthy or Crap ;-)
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  • Age is not a barrier!
    Jyoti | 15-Mar-2019
    It has been said that there is no age limit to learn anything. Before a few years, I enrolled myself in a music class for piano lessons. I started learning classical music and harmonium very early and continued till my primary school but afterwards I couldn't continue due to studies. Then I got busy with high school, college, job and life! So after a gap of almost 25 years, I once again started to learn. Initially it felt a bit awkward to sit between school going kids but the awkwardness disappeared after a few lessons. I could recall many things which I had learned a long way back. Music has this calming effect on me. The moment I used to enter the class, all my worries and tensions used to fly out. I used to forget everything for an hour thrice a week. The concentration required to play some beautiful piano pieces ensures that no other thought enters the mind! I enjoyed this phase for 2 years after which I couldn't continue it further. There are problems in everybody's life but these get forgotten atleas
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 14-Mar-2019
    He was an insomniac.She was a sleepy head.He smiled, watching her while she slept.She smiled back, dreaming about him.
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  • abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
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    To those loving nights With the fairy lights Magic is all that is inhaledIn this temple of emotions Resides a heart of knight Four a:m in the morning the clock strikes That was when that love arrives Not familiar with the face you always dreamt still beautiful but hard to recognise Messy hair, nerdy face, pointed eyes Dipped in sarcasm, fine like the red wine And yes it arrives and nothingness leaves finally.. And again it's all smiles, all smiles..And yes it arrives from places far away miles and miles.. And now this love reached the middle With the loudest bumping heartbeats but that silent phone Matching habits, colors and tastes like you found your clone And suddenly love made you daring to chat under the blanket..Connection so strong like the opposite poles of magnet And that first contact that takes place under the section called archived That person that doesn't feels like a person anymore but a home.. Like a bee to its beehive..And the darkest secrets start getting leaked And so the love reached its p
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  • abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
    And yes I am tenderMy tenderness is not like that of human flesh that you stab and blood comes out slipping over my body, dragging this soul to it's endMy tenderness is like that of an oyster that you stab and pearls will come dancing over the edges of my body...And yes I am tender I am tender like a breath My tenderness is not like any other breath that you take for granted My tenderness is like that of your last few breaths where every inhale and exhale counts..And yes I am tender I am tender like the impalpable flames of fire My tenderness is not like that of those flames that give you warmth and you blow them away, once you fulfill your purpose But like the flames that will give you warmth but if you try to blow me away my sparks will drag you in this dazzling fire until every part of you doesn't get baptized in me....And yes I am tender And don't you confuse my tenderness for my weakness....It is my strength and has always been ...  
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  • BLINDS OF YOUR WORLD
    abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
    And the heaven is left in the seaAnd the sea drizzles the rain from the heavenAnd darkness surrounds your eyesBut those hands devour the touches Like a lioness just took the untrodden ways to her luscious prey to pacify her hunger Touches so meek and gentle like that of the last few leaves solacing the branches in autumn When it freezes, when it thaws You tell the nuances in the seasons by the grasping skills of smelling ,so sharp, sharper than some predator's clawAnd these fishes fly in the sullen silences of your brain And the sun might ascends , below your feet, below the laneAnd the moon might adorns the freezed hues of purple hayAnd you might rebuke ,the fact of its actual grey And these dews carry the ocean within them, curledAnd below them these grasses might be the mountains of emerald You think, you predict, you implement the signs of auguries of endings and beginnings You live in this predicament, with your spirits, swinging You were not given this world, you constructed it ..You illuminated it, wit
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 11-Mar-2019
    The greys in his hair stood for his experience.The wrinkles on her face reflected her mature grace.They wondered where years seeped through them.In their entwined hands however, lay love.blissfully unaware.forever young.
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