The woman on platform number 10

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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “The Woman on Platform Number 10”

It’s been almost 3 days since I have been travelling by train to a village for work. It is not travelling by train that irks me. It is the waking up early in the morning and making sure I get an auto to reach the train station.
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Qualms

Her worst dreams had come true. He indeed had betrayed her faith. He always said he loved her, but did he really love her? That one message on his cell phone proved that she had been right. “Love, see you at 8 tonight”, beeped a message on his iPhone. As he entered the room to check his phone, he heard her slam the front door and he followed her as she walked towards the beach. He shouted after her asking her to listen to him, but she’d had enough. She wanted to leave him but it was impossible to do so while she was alive. Before he could tell her that the message was from his step sister, who had invited them for dinner, she was gone. Lost in the deep blue ocean, forever.

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Inspired from one of my favourite songs by Enrique Iglesias:

From the coast of Ipanema
to the Island of Capri
all the way to Kuala Lumpur
I will follow you wherever you may be

From the moment, I first saw you
Knew my heart could not be free
Had to hold you in my arms
There can never be another for me

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Meeting the orphan

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12th June, 2010

It was 4 in the evening and it was lightly pouring, when the car suddenly stopped. The passenger who was a lean man in his early thirties, enquired with his driver, the reason for stopping the car. “Sir, some people are blocking the road and I am not able to move the car”, said the driver. “Let me get down and find out what’s happening. I have a meeting in 10 minutes”, thought Mr. Sinha. In a minute, Mr. Sinha got out of the car and was trying to make his way through the gathered crowd, when he saw a fat bellied man beating a little boy who was half-naked aged about 7, with a cane.

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Who-dunnit entry

This is my entry to the Mystery Fiction ‘Whodunnit‘ contest organized by BlogAdda.
Tell us WHO killed Lila? How/Why? Post the answer on your blog, answering these questions in less than 400 words.

I had a fair idea of who it was…. Lila could be killed only if she wanted to be killed. She was smart and had escaped every time one of us had tried to kill her. Nobody in this house was capable of killing her. Moreover, nobody had any reason or motive what-so-ever to kill her, after these many years. She was anyway dying and this would quite possibly be the last time we would ever meet her. Sia killed her. Not because she wanted to kill her, but because Lila wanted Sia to kill her.

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Escape

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Suresh was dark, thin and looked pale. He did not fit well in his family, which consisted of fair, good looking people. He was not just a misfit in terms of his looks. He did not belong there because of his brain. He was neither intelligent nor smart enough to compete with his elder IIT brother. His parents were always proud of his brother who finished his Bachelors at IIT and was now all set to join IIT for doing his M.Tech. His mother who happened to be a college principal enforced the same amount of strictness at home, as she did at the college. It was not that Suresh did not study well. He put all the required efforts but somehow he could never remember the lessons that he read.

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Time Travel

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 8; the eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

My best friend Jimmy and I were like Harry and Ron in Harry Potter series. We never kept any secrets from each other. Jimmy would always pull my leg, make me angry and then apologize with a smile on his face. I would instantly forgive him and forget everything he said. I could not imagine a day in my life without Jimmy. Jimmy was never a nerd like me. Cars interested him a lot, the way electrons and protons interested me. But of-late I was not able to devote time to talk to him, forget about meeting. I was busy trying to achieve what had been my dream since childhood 🙂

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All for Love

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PART – I

It was a warm night, neither humid nor too hot – in fact just right for a stroll. But it was 11.30 pm , not late by metro standards. But in the suburbs where the company township was situated, it was way too late. The highway was about ½ km away  and occasionally the hum of heavy vehicles passing by, could be heard but other than that , it was quiet with only the chirping of the cicadas in the background.

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