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“I sat down near her, inhaling the aroma of the tea and the more subtle aroma of my friend. Yes, she did have some features more appropriate to angels than corpses.” This is how the protagonist describes his old girl friend in my novel With Darkness came Death . He is devoid of emotions, the normal…
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Like from a rare steak. I don’t understand the mindset that gets this thing going or stopping. It is like people living downstream of a dam who don’t hear the warning and drown in glee. Maybe the dammed-up creative waters will be released by unknown forces. I know there is no point worrying about this…
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It happens occasionally. You take up your pen. Sorry. Your computer and start tapping away on the keyboard. That was your idea anyway. But it feels like there is glue on your hands. The hands do not stick to the keyboard, but they stick together. But words of a story do not emerge from your…
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It might be hard to detect the conflict and resolution
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When I recall the chase after the other Praveen, I cannot point out anything truly unusual. Except that he could almost smell our presence. That is not a crime. But he was a killer—someone within the ambit of the police. But this guy raises the hair on the neck and makes me feel like I…
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Consider space, time, matter, energy. All are same. All began together and will end together. I enjoyed Roger Penrose stating that the big bang which made this universe started with the ending of an earlier one and certainly will give birth to yet another or more universes. Every Hindu is aware of this although not…
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Color and life
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The Mahabharata war is over and millions lie dead in the battlefield of Kurukshetra. As the cremation function ends, Kunti the mother of the King, Yudhishtir, shocks everyone by her announcement that Karna is her son. But was he?
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