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Homesick for the Stars

 

This essay is about travel, wanderlust and our perennial need for discovery. I wrote this while staring at a glorious sunset.

As the golden hour sky gets swallowed into the borrowed moonlight, I try to find my way home.

But I’m beautifully, hopelessly lost.

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When Life Happens, You Write

 

When you’re a writer-at-large, you let life happen to you. That way, you let your eyes steal everything that you see, put a spin on it and spill onto paper / machine some “stream of consciousness” kinda cool stuff. And if I am a true writer-at-large, it’s only fair that I must observe, muse and write about it.

 

Short Story Fiction: Nanna, Take Care of My Java

Short Story Fiction: Nanna, Take Care of My Java

I was sitting on my back porch this morning drinking tea, when I saw our neighbor, Vasu, walk over with Java tucked under his left arm. He was holding something bulky in his right hand. "Payal ji, here is a binder I made of all the letters we have received for Sid....

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