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Leela Gadde

Personality and physique

Physique is not your height, not your weight, not your features. It's your personality, It's your maturity, it's your self confidence. ...

Bhumika

Love is an Adventure : Part -18

And today, I am an adult….well, that’s not me. That’s what the claim is from the story. Started as an idea to wrap up it within 10-12 chapters and publish it as novelette, the story is already movi…

Alka

New Book Release : BEYOND SCARS

Book Blurb: Hi, I am Avinash, but this is not my story. This is the story of Avni, my sister. I know the smell of cement and brick...

Swetha Sadanand

Enveloped Serenade – A

First post of 2019! When I entered the WE (Writer’s Ezine) Valentine’s day handwritten love letter contest, I didn’t expect to have my letter in the top three. Since I feed off of…

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Dr Laxmi Todiwan
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My Karwa Chauth, My Choice

And No, I Don't Need Your Certificate of Feminism Every October, two types of people become active: first, women who celebrate Karwa Chauth with joy; and second, a handful of privileged influencers and celebrities who try to shame them for doing so. This year, it's Twinkle Khanna saying, "These days, by 40, you could be on your way to your second marriage, so what's the point of fasting? You don't need men to last that long anymore." Before that, it was Ms. De calling Karwa Chauth regressiv.....

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Tomichan Matheikal
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Becoming Nobody

Walser erased himself by making his writing smaller and smaller. He wanted to vanish in spite of his spirit that refused to do that. Ironically, later, professional academics built comfortable careers by making this man an image, a brand, a subject of conferences. Erasure is an interesting academic topic...

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Tomichan Matheikal
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Freedom of the Spirit

The last thing she did in her life was to smile. She was bedridden with paraplegia which descended on her quite unexpectedly. She was dancing merrily with a few of her colleagues in the staffroom when she suddenly collapsed. She never danced again. She never got up on her legs anymore. But she kept smiling. Until her last breath. Etilda Lalu was her name. I called her Kong, which was the Khasi way of addressing women respectfully. “Call me mommy,” she told me many times. &ldqu.....

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Tomichan Matheikal
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To Be Whole

Most people are broken inside. That’s how life is. It fragments your soul into pieces right in your childhood. Parents, teachers, and friends – they all do it, the breaking. Perhaps, that’s how life is designed to be...

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Tomichan Matheikal
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Kingini, My Boss

The only reason that keeps Maggie and me glued to our house is Kingini. When we travel, we make sure that we return home the same day, even if it is a little late in the night as it may happen sometimes. “Kingini will be hungry.” Kingini governs us, so to say. She has never had any doubt about her position in our household. She is not a pet; she is the owner. Maggie and I are her staff. Every morning, long before the sun has even begun to consider getting out of bed, Kingi.....

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Lekha Warrior
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Olfactorily Yours - When Sara met Doug - short story - fiction

Sara walked down the street near her apartment to go to the tram stop. It was a hot, sunny day for once in Bruxelles, and her apartment near Place Stephanie was ideally located to reach anywhere in the city quickly. She glanced up at the blue sky as she reached her stop and felt the sun burn her face as she did so. She was about to rejoice in the feeling of this long-awaited moment when the smell of dry urine hit her nostrils. She scrunched her nose in disgust as the waft first hit her and glanc..

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R.Ramesh
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Relationships – A Choice We Make

Image Credits Google ImagesI know I may be writing what some would dismiss as "crap," but then it is my crap. Sometimes putting thoughts on paper is the best way to release the tension that builds up in the mind. This isn..

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Sowjee
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The Banyan Tree - II

Dear Banyan Tree,I didn’t notice this before... or didnt think of it this way. Your endurance is not through rigidity, but through continuously creating new connections to the ground.While most trees rise away from the earth, you keep returning to it. Again and again. You are strange that way... you dont just grow upward. You keeping sending roots back to the earth, holding on from many places at once. Perhaps life asks the same of us.We survive not by remaining unchanged.....

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Tomichan Matheikal
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A Woman’s Search for Meaning

She was a rebel who often felt like a victim of the very freedom she embodied. She was a feminist who rejected feminism. In her later years, she dismissed the #MeToo movement as “hypocritical” and often spoke in support of traditional patriarchal structures...

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Tomichan Matheikal
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He lived without disturbing the world

Courtesy HereObituary I ended 2025 with a funeral. I begin 2026 with a cremation. The death of the 99-year-old relative was expected. I was in the church attending her funeral yesterday when a call came from the son of an old friend. “It was an unexpected cardiac arrest,” he said. “Tomorrow is the cremation.” I will begin the New Year with a visit to P’s bereaved family. P was in his early 60s. I met him a few months back when I visited his place along wit.....

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Tomichan Matheikal
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You Don’t Know the Sky

I asked the bird to lend me wings. I longed to fly like her. She tilted her head and said, “Wings won’t be of any use to you because you don’t know the sky.” And she flew away. Into the sky. For a moment, I was offended. What arrogance! Does she think she owns the sky? As I watched the bird soar effortlessly into the blue vastness, I began to see what she meant. I wanted wings, not the flight. Like wanting freedom without the responsibility that comes with it...

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