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 The gentle ruffling of the yellow pages, the oddly angled cold hand holding out from the warmth of the bed, the soothing smell of turning the pages, and the mind mediating to a calm sleep. “Have you read all these…

I’m trying to get myself through the writer’s block moment for more than an hour. The unstill thoughts crowd my mind but are still not able to pick up that one thread that would connect my mind to yours. Do…

I still remember being embarrassed at the term ‘Guru” being prefixed to my father’s name. “Why couldn’t he have a normal name like all the girls in the boarding school?”, I would question myself confusingly. “Guru” sounded so self-conceited, awkward,…