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Many a times we do tend to overlook certain things.  A bigger fight usually doesn’t start big. Its starts with a bud until it blossoms into a full fledged poisonous flower scratching off that clean image of your relationship. A morning fight starts just out of sheer frustration from not finding your notebook to not finding your socks to the heat all soaking you in sweat; and the final result is – You end up with a battle with your loved ones. And believe me many of the bigger fights come out of rage, frustration or may be you just need to vent your anger out. You will surely feel better for a second but believe me, it comes back and snaps you harder. The topics change.  When we realize it later it was not at all necessary, we try to mend it.   We don’t know that we are just chopping off the branches of the tree we had grown a few minutes ago. While it has established it’s roots so strongly it becomes difficult for you to solve the fight. And that’s why t...

I had a friend whom I seem to meet almost regularly during travel to college. I would alight Karjat and he would travel to Lonavla. With this same thing happening over almost a year, we had grown into close friends. At first we used to talk about the weather and how most of the pune crowd is egoistic during travel, who wouldn’t lend their seat to us despite their spine aching from rubbing their butt against the seats. What I felt good about him was that he was always smiling and seemed to carry off his burden of hectic schedule with humor. Slowly we had deeper topics to discuss about and we almost forgot about the seats we had to catch and how sunny it was outside. We started discussing about our friends and personal life. He had turned into a best friend. One day my face didn’t seem to budge and I wasn’t talking much. The day before today, I had failed my exams  and had lost a competition which was backed by partiality. In the morning I had a fight with mom and had a...

( If font size seems small use Ctrl + mouse scroll  to zoom ) Little Inu always had a beautiful day. One thing she would eagerly wait is to return home from the school as fast as she could so that she could drape her mother’s dupatta on her white frock and start teaching her imaginary students behind the closed door of balcony. A ruler in her hand and a chalk with the slate was all the apparatus more than enough to set her classroom.  Unlike her teacher she won’t punish her students, but just tried to teach them all over again. Amidst the lectures she would imagine a recess break where she would eat the grapes and sliced apples her mother gave her in a bowl before she went asleep in the afternoon and then silenced her students if necessary. The physical world was so small but her balcony expanded into a living classroom with her imagination. And when she would hear her mother bangle sounds she would recover back quickly into the real world so that she didn’t have to...