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The Day That Was Bad

The day that was bad .... this is the most apt title for this post. Not sure how much luck defines and dictates our daily life but surely it has definite part to play. I was coming back from Kolkata to Mumbai, this time - alone, as I had already expired my vacation balances and Soumo still had a few more days before coming back to Mumbai. I was traveling with Air India with 1 checkin luggage and one hand luggage.My hand luggage was a 8 kg standard VIP box. As I boarded the plane, I neatly packed my luggage in the overhead bin. To all the young fashionistas, nails are always a canvas of freedom and expression. Bright nails in sporty hues was my flavor that day. Air India reached Mumbai on time, I was supposed to go to office directly from airport. When the pilot turned off the seat belt alert, most of the passengers stood up for retrieving luggage from the bin. I too hurried and in the process damaged my right index finger. Half the nail got uprooted and it was bleedin
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Adventures and Misadventures of Kashid

It was my birthday, so Soumo called up from office and said -- get ready .... i ll be back by 2-00 and we ll go to Kashid. So at about 3-30 that day all 4 of us, that is, me, soumo, Heema and Raj. From Navi Mumbai, Alibaug takes approximately 3 hours. So by 6-30 or 7-00 we should reach there. But just after Panvel, towards Penn our nightmarish traffic jam started. We too broke the rules to make an impromptu attempt, albeit a successful attempt to bypass the trail of trailors. But to no avail. Courtesy Raj's superb driving skill, we managed to bypass many, but couldnot manage to keep our date with the watch. At 7-00 we called up one alibaug resort, who confirmed over the phone that rooms are available. By the time we managed to reach Alibaug, its kind of midnight as per Alibaug Standard Time. Its 9-15 pm and almost everybody in and around Alibaug confirmed that all rooms are sold out. Our frantic search, calling up endless numbers culminated to nothing. So we thought of h
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Assault

This is a story of a modern cosmopolitan girl of this generation and the corporate whales around her. She is one of those whose story is never shared. Suguna was college recruit and was still continuing my college  days when this story started. The company and the team she was supposed to join was a midsized company. It was team of senior manager, manager, leads and the developer gang ASE, SE and SSE headed by the local head. This guy was in his mid fifties, and a multi level senior to her. We would like call him Z henceforth. Z's swanky wheels can be often spotted parked in front of her college gate as he used to come to drop his daughter who was in the same college. Once she joined office he welcomed the new freshers bunch with open arms. Suguna have never ever doubted his characters or nature, may be she was short sighted then. But in retrospect she was too novice.They never used to have any direct interactions as there was a major level gap, but as it was a really small offi
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a story

There is a strange man who used come to the station everyday for the train he thought will take him to paradise or paradise lost. A very strange train with a single driver, and can accomodate only a single passenger. Well, the driver was just happy to see him waiting for the train. Never realised that he wants to board the train, so never slowed down. the man kept waiting for the train to halt, and never ever waved it to stop. But trains are really not so sensitive to juggle through the mindwires, its too practical for that. Then came a new day, the driver giggled with the news of a brand new passenger boarding the train. The very sense of a new fresh introduction excited him. Just thought of sharing the experience with his buddy. But there was something strange about the air, the expected reciprocation was missing, a current of cold vibe flooded the station. And that was the moment this man raised the flag and waived vehemently to stop the train, unsure of the paradise or paradise los
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Some sequences change and some portrays a new color the more we chase it, it fades away dear sometimes it paints a bright new sunflower paces down and greets its charming follower.
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ekta kobita

e ek odbhut bhukhander kobita keno amay seta bolte hobe ta aami nijei jani na duto bisal sokti jokhon ekta chhoto bhukhander opor ronosaje odhikarer joydhoja oray mone mone proti pole , tader nirob boktobyer majhe majhe jokhon tader daat nokh ra aral diye uki mare baire tokhon nistorongo santi obosthan kore na take dui jujudhaner bidyut sikha aami bolbo na bolbo take dui probol r songhate, ontorale hariye jete debo na e ek odbhut bhukhander kobita keno amay seta bolte hobe ta aami nijei jani na
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Spring time shower .... It happens

It was a dull bland summer day dry enough to make the leaves crispy There was a sense of devilish serenity with little bubbles of a twister inside . But suddenly water splashed down the sky and drenched the silent stagnation and tranquility Its soothing finger ran through my soul and united life with the gorgeous eternity.
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