Posts by Nandini Sharma

Accepted

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I Wish

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Colours

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> She loved the festival too much to put it into words. When she got married, she only asked Krishna for two things. One, that her husband loved her, and two, that he loved Holi.   Krishna could not say no to such an

Accident

The papers will report it as an accident, just another accident that happened in this big city.   It was an accident, accidents happen.   People will read it in the papers tomorrow, sipping their morning tea and complaining of the increasing rate of accidents in this city.   It was an accident, accidents happen.   It won’t even be covered by the electronic media. They have enough cricket tournaments

Solstice

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> What a lovely cold winter night it was.   She, being her usual self, the independent and strong-headed girl, was in a train at ten in the night, all by herself at New Delhi railway station. She was going home after three months. She had

Destiny’s Child

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A Letter from Beyond

Hey buddy! Never thought about this happening but yeah, we call life strange, guess what would you call afterlife then? Hey! I saw you from up here. Thanks for being strong in front of my family that day. Some people questioned your friendship when they didn’t see you cry at my funeral. Had only they seen you break down once you were alone. I am sorry for not being there

Forever Is Nothing

They were the best of friends since the day they had first met four years back.   The day they had met, both of them had felt what you normally feel when you are around people who have known you the longest.   That was nature’s cue to them, that theirs would be a special relation, and it indeed was special, in every manner possible.   Not a single day passed

Karma

The school I studied in had a lawyer as a chairman, and his son, serving as the Vice President, was a lawyer too. I came across this fact not as a 7-year old student of that school, but as a citizen, whose father read the newspaper in which a brave journalist had dared to raise questions against the impending trial and conviction of a bus driver, who had killed an