Category Archives: Sometimes Sad

A Friend Indeed.

  Some real life stories are stranger than fiction. Sometimes you should never question why some things happen in your life because you can never get an answer to that. I grew up in a middle class family in Ramnad in … Continue reading

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An Incredible Story – Why Was I Born Here?

  Have you ever wished that you were born somewhere else?  Surely, not this boy! When I was young it seems I often asked my mother, “Why was I born here, in this house, as your son and not somewhere … Continue reading

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Father Forgive Me.

Can you forgive your father if he deserts you for ten long years? This prodigal father finds that his child does not. My aunt whom we called  Mami was born after six boys. When she was a baby, her father, … Continue reading

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College Guilt Pangs

When I was in College about three decades back, I stayed in the hostel for a couple of years. Our College was known for the tight reign it had on the students, and the hostel had strict rules that we … Continue reading

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In College – Make Good Friends.

 Choose your friends wisely, for a man is known by the company he keeps. So is a woman. When I was in college in the 1970s, we had this girl Bavna (named changed) in our batch who was as beautiful … Continue reading

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The Unforgettable Shimla Trip

  Life at school is made up of myriad small incidents, some happy and others not so. I can recollect the times that we shook with unbridled laughter. I can also remember the events that numbed us into silence. Once … Continue reading

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The Friends – A Little Sad Tale

  When I was a student, there were two  friends in my class, who were as different as chalk and cheese One girl was on the plumper side and had thick frizzy hair. She came from a small town in … Continue reading

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