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But these days, its existence looks more and more like fact and not fiction. Judging by the amount of time we spend. That it was considered a crime to be indoors.

Umm, based on the notion that affection always has attachment clinging on to it, I might be wrong, because the whole story is about not-being-attached, or at least about not-being-desperate. Pain demands to be felt. I was living with cancer, never dying of it.

Indian Adda for NaNoWriMo, Novelling and Fun. How did you go about the process of adaptation? The process of adaptation was easy, as I had to do multiple drafts for the film, the story was almost imprinted in my mind. Writing a story is always easier than writing a script.

Devouring words one page at a time.

Should I have noticed the bug earlier? Jenifer was resting her forehead on the wooden bench that lies vacant now and she was trying to slit her wrist using the topaz blade I kept on my geometry box. I thought she was toying with the blade.

An archive of my Favourite Things. A message from my Ex. Now and then I think of the times when we used to be together. You would patiently wait for me to wake up. Although you never said it out aloud, I knew I meant the world to you. I lay happily in the comfort of your bedroom. Sometimes, you would sleep with me beside. While I lay awake pretending to love your snores. Or rather, your passive ignorance of my presence. I helped you keep in touch with your friends. Or sometimes, on your sweaty laps.

A glimpse into the mind of a wanderer. Under the Twilit Sky! January 8, 2017. On The Voice of the Pandas. How many of you have lost friendships you thought were going to last for decades because of a single disagreement? How many of you have broken ties off wi.

Every year, at the end of the five day festivities of Durga Puja, our heart gets laden with grief as we bid farewell to Durga, the mother goddess. I knew it would be another year till we meet. Another long and painful year of misgivings, distrust, and hatred before she comes in our midst to wipe off all our woes and cajole us once again to laugh and sing together in harmony.

About the three things I always need in my life. Can you tell me which is the odd one out? Obviously, the last option. Read on, only if you want to have yourself a merry little Christmas.