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ketanv 17-Dec-2018 13:19

Chandrashekhar Gokhale

Voiceinme 15-Dec-2018 18:39

Jane Austen

Fahmida Khan 15-Dec-2018 14:34

Fahmida Riaz
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  • I Left My Beloved
    Devi | 15-Jan-2019
    My beloved is alone in the strange place of theirsI left my beloved in the darkest of placesFrom where you can hardly see the roadThe forest: maze, cageAll the beasts and gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs I had been there all aloneI mingled with the beast and won their gamesIt is different since my daysThey changed the rules, they changed the gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs Beasts are stronger than ever, Cruel smirk on their face as the blood of their last prey drips down their chinThere are dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on the wayAnd at the end of the lane, it was the primrose pathBut it is the darkest of places Battles are not newI would replace her the frontline if I couldI would be the vanguard if they let meI wanted to go with her at least There were dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on my wayI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs
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  • Team Kalamwali | 13-Jan-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Zoya Patil Sangwan   The Broken GlassOne day a girl named Piku was at home by herself with her helper doing some work in the kitchen. She was playing in her mother’s room and while playing she accidentally broke her mum’s favourite water glass which was always on her bedside table . Piku was very scared of what her mother would say so she decided to hide the broken glass in her own room. The next day when her mother wanted to have water she saw that her glass wasn’t there so she decided to take another glass . She thought the helper must have taken it for a wash . The next day when Piku’s mum was cleaning Piku’s room she found the broken glass and when she put the pieces together she was stunned to see that it was her glass . After that Piku’s mum shouted at Piku and after sometime her mother felt bad for making Piku cry over a silly glass so she went to Piku’s room, she apologised to Piku and told her t
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  • abeer athar | 11-Jan-2019
    Looking back and walking down the memory lane you will find yourself dancing below a tree with the fall of the autumn leaves....nonchalantly romancing with the barren spring inside yourself with the abstract hope of the fertile rain that will replenish the wild flowers within all those wounds you got from the thorns of the roses.... And one day u will look back and see how you felt from all those mountains you climbed so you bravely and wildly constructed a city of love, happiness and lights in the valley of melancholy silence .. A city too profound to be found...you will look back and praise yourself how did you break the window ceiling when you didn't find the key of that dark locked room..How did you fall back from that broken window ceiling but still with the ray of light and you used that light to grow your Wild Wings....so now you look back and find Miracles are not pixie dust or unicorns but everything ironically indestructible like broken ceilings, autumn leaves, mountain falls, crashed landings and d
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  • abeer athar | 11-Jan-2019
    And these scars read the stories on the abandoning of the sunshine and the arrival of the sullen pale crimson night.... The stories that could have started but ended with the starting note... And these scars sing lullaby in the midnight consumed by the destructive thoughts.... Lullaby that describes the fables of all those warriors who had a smile on their forehead in the form of the tangled frown....and these scars dance on the glance of broken wind chimes like a forlorn letting all it's notes flow deep inside it.. They tell stories that you don't want to hear, sing lullaby that doesn't make you sleep and those wind chimes make you tremble on the edge of the memory rope doing contortions..but maybe they are looking for their origin matching their traces with the finger tips of the characters in all those stories they tell .... Maybe its not the lullaby but Deja Vu of their past life of those unending ended commitments.... And maybe these scars were once the roses that were plucked and left to die..may be the
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  • Partners
    Aditya | 09-Jan-2019
    Midway through my PG course, there was a guest lecture by the supply chain head of a big American multinational company. He was an excellent speaker and needless to say a master of his domain. Having worked his way to the top of his department through 25 years of service, he had first hand experience of dealing with scheduling, purchase, costing, quality, logistics, and all other aspects of his field. We all listened to him with rapt attention and immensely benefited from the same. There was one subject though that he spoke very passionately and it certainly resonated with the audience. Here is a very brief summary of what he said, regarding “supplier selection”.   “In our organization, we rank our suppliers in four grades. Grade C being the lowest, B a bit better than that and A being the best. The matrix for this grading is based primarily on time, cost and quality with other parameters such as priority, innovation, etc. adding additional weightage. Let’s just say that a suppl
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  • Why did the crow get the black colour?
    Team Kalamwali | 07-Jan-2019
    A work of Fiction by our Junior Kalamkar, Shanaya Chaphalkar- 7 years old P.S. The illustration in the attached image has been created by her too.        Why did the crow get the black colour? In a forest lived all the birds with their master. One day their master had called them to his house at 7:00. The peacock came early. He said to himself, I shall walk in the forest until the other birds come. When came back to his master’s house, all birds had taken little little colours of everything. At last the crow came and told lies to his master that he had come early too. But his master did not trust him. And then the master gave the peacock little little of every colour but he gave the crow black because his master had seen the peacock come early but he did not see the crow come early. So the crow got the black colour. Moral : We should never tell lies.
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  • Vishakha | 02-Jan-2019
    A man, dark, average height, so skinny that one can actually count his bones. It looked as if there's only a head and no body at all, in his 50's. He was in ICU for a week. He was so weak he needed support to even sit up on his bed. His clothes were ragged and loose that they kept falling. His wife and son were there with him to support him and carry him. When they helped him get up the old man's underwear fell and the nurses there started laughing at him, making fun of a patient struggling, fighting cancer since 5 years. The family didn't even so as flinch at this because the wife said that her husband has to be kept there, they are helpless as this is the way everyone reacts, either laugh,taunt, or disgusted by them. 
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  • Knowing You
    Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    When I say I want to “know you”I want to hear every thought that has crossed your mind, every emotion that has filled your soul!And I’ll promise to be a listener that I never was to anyone else before.
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  • Tea Person
    Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    He was a ‘Tea-person’ and I was a ‘Coffee fanatic’ and everything was fine; until he said, “I like your coffee now!”
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  • Neeti Patel | 17-Dec-2018
    The ‘Good’ is not good enough, if there is no ‘Bad’.
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  • Meenakshi Chugh | 13-Dec-2018
    It’s not our long conversations which keeps us connected, but the tiny eye locks we had
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  • An autumn trip to Himalayan village, Sonapani
    Jyoti | 01-Dec-2018
    Sonapani is a small place situated in Nainital district of Kumaon division, Uttarakhand. It is approximately 70 kms from Kathgodam near Satoli village. It has a good road connectivity from Kathgodam/Haldwani railway stations and the entire drive is through dense forests of pine and deodar trees providing beautiful views. Himalayan village is a 20-acre property in Sonapani, consisting of beautiful orchards and offering stunning views of the greater Himalayas. There are 12 cottages present at 5 levels, each cottage offering beautiful views. You can choose the cottage depending on your privacy options or willingness to walk to the main dining area which is located at the topmost level! Beautiful trees and flowering shrubs adorn the entire property. Each cottage consists of a single bedroom, a bathroom and a porch where you can relax in the sun, read a book or simply laze around doing nothing. All the food provided here is organically grown in their own farms and arranged in a buffet. You will be treated to a de
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