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“And you got your share of secrets, and I am tired of being last to know.” ~ You’re not sorry The birthday party was all pink and annoying, or so Amar thought. There were girls in pink and white dancing frocks, bows and fairy wings running about, and Amar stood on the lawn of the banquet looking lost. He looked handsome in a blue waistcoat, as the ladies put it. He had a red ball in his hand, one Sau Aunty had gifted him as a return gift, but to his disappointment, Aarchi was too busy with rowdy older children to even notice him. When she would occasionally visit Udaipur, Aarchi Didi would always play with him while her parents discussed business with Khala. Aarchi’s Mamma probably worked for Khala. They were there on the last holiday for a photo shoot JJ did for them. He and Aarchi Didi had fun running around and posing at the studio. He thought they would have fun. But Amar was disappointed. The older boys called him a kid and refused to take him in their games. He stood in the crow...

Life Lately

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“He’s got his mother’s eyes and his father’s ambition.” ~ Superman Mist settled as the sun peeked out from the cloudy sky. The winter morning was just like any other. The neighbourhood in Udaipur's Fatehpura area woke to the paperboy’s cycle bell at dawn. “Paper! Paper!” He carried on with his duty, throwing the papers perfectly at each doorstep and even to the second-floor balconies of the apartments. A newspaper landed between the black railings of the first-floor apartment, in between the nicely placed pots of flowering plants. A wind chime with small blue elephants and horses, attached to tinkling bells, swayed in the breeze. “Baccha! Are you awake?” A voice rang from the kitchen. It smelled of buttered bread and cheese omelettes in the small apartment. Sundays were spent at home cooking the best food, and also for occasional visits to their favourite places. “Amar?” She frowned at the silence, peeking out of the kitchen briefly, spatula in hand. A boy, about seven, in his whit...

The Last Straw

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“I would stay forever if you say Don’t go.” - Say Don’t Go. “I heard you seem to have quite some jamming sessions,” Pratap said as Jalal slurped at his drink and nodded. They were at a city pub for a friend’s bachelor’s party and caught a corner seat to catch up. “You are welcome to join.” Jalal shrugged as Pratap shook his head. “We are trying something new where we stay out of each other’s spaces.” “Is that working?” Jalal asked as Pratap narrowed his brows. “Why? Did she say it wasn’t?” He asked suspiciously. “She doesn’t really… talk about you two…” Jalal lied with a shrug. “It’s personal, right?” “Yeah, well…” Pratap sighed. “She accused me of enabling Dad against her. Like it’s some kind of vendetta over work…” He shrugged. “So, you tell me if we are fine?” “Are you regretting… you know…” Jalal asked as Pratap shook his head. “You wish… but no.” Jalal frowned at his choice of words. “Excuse me?” Jalal emphasised. “What do you mean, you wish?” “Oh, nothing. It was a joke.” Pratap ...

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