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Sheenu Bhalla, Madhuri Agrawal
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THE VOICE OF SILENCE (1)
THE VOICE OF SILENCE (2)
The rocking chairs went on... forwards, backwards, forwards. Thoughts were flowing freely. Twenty-two years of leading a good life..... 'good' in every sense..
Deepshikha was in tears. Rather, she was hysterical. Anyone would have been so if she had lost a close friend and confidate. And then, she had known Vipul..
DISORIENTATIONS
RETURN TO APATHY
Disorientations. They make you lose track. And you forget where you're headed. One day, I tried to look at the sunset with my eyes closed.Disorientations .. they..
Now that Kargil's over and the Pakistanis have returned to get themselves bandaged all over, we Indians are back to being true Indians again. Paradoxical, you ask? Didn't we..
A NIGHT
HUMANITIES
A Night...... Unblemished zephyr, Propitious vigour A lot much for pleasure
I was excited about this, and why not, it was to give me the much coveted break from the monotony of factual sciences. So when I went to..
THE MILLENIUM BASH OR THE MILLENIUM GASH
This is about Rendezvous. No, this isn't a eulogy of the mega-festival and nor do I aspire to glorify the festival of festivals for its budgetary proportions. These are the outpourings..
OF TURING, LOCKED ROOMS AND CHIMPANZEES
It is a weekday like any other. It is time for the slot A class to start. I trudge wearily from VI-301 to WS101. On the way, I look fo..
WHY IS THERE NOTHING INSIDE HOLES
God made trees. He made the rivers. He made man. He made the Earth, He made the universe and then He made holes. Now the question arose on how to fill them..
