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Short Story: Virtually in Love

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This story is in the form of emails exchanged by the protagonists. It’s something I have tried for the first time. Let me know how the story progressed and if this is something you enjoyed reading. So happy reading!

Subject: Hey there!

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: August 15, 2016

Hey Radhika,

Happy Independence Day! I came across your profile on that student forum and couldn’t help but reach out. You seem really interesting, and I think we might have a lot in common. I’m Rishi, by the way, a first-year cadet at the National Defence Academy. It’s my first time away from home, and I’m still getting used to the whole military life thing.

How’s life at BITS Pilani treating you? I hear it’s a pretty intense place for computer engineering. I’ve always been fascinated by technology, but I’m more of a hands-on person. What made you choose that field?

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: Hey there!

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: August 16, 2016

Hi Rishi,

Thanks for reaching out! It’s great to hear from someone at the NDA. I can only imagine how different life must be there! BITS is definitely challenging, but I love it. I chose computer engineering because I’ve always been fascinated by how things work. Plus, I want to create software that can make a difference in people’s lives.

How are you finding the training at NDA? I’ve heard it’s quite rigorous. Do you get any free time to relax or pursue hobbies?

Can’t wait to hear more about your experiences!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Life at NDA

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: October 20, 2016

Hey Radhika,

Life at NDA is intense, to say the least! The training is rigorous, and we have a packed schedule. But I’ve managed to squeeze in some time for my hobbies. I love reading and playing sports, especially basketball. It’s a great way to unwind after a long day.

I also enjoy learning about strategy and leadership. It’s fascinating how much planning goes into everything, whether it’s a military operation or a group project.

What about you? What do you do to unwind after classes? Any favourite books or shows?

Looking forward to your reply!

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: Life at NDA

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: December 22, 2016

Hi Rishi,

Sorry for the late reply. I was busy with exams and project submissions! Now I am back home, just chilling and enjoying life.

After a long day of classes, I usually dive into some coding projects or binge-watch a series. Right now, I’m hooked on “Stranger Things.” It’s such a great mix of nostalgia and suspense!

I also love reading fiction, especially sci-fi. It’s amazing how authors envision the future. Do you have any favourite books?

I think it’s cool that you’re into strategy. Have you ever thought about how those skills might apply outside the military?

Can’t wait to hear more!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Books and Strategy

From:Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: March 25, 2017

Hey Radhika,

I’m just back from a camp. It was so intense. We could practically use all that we learned in school over the last six months. It was so much fun! I can’t wait to graduate and go out into my unit.

I’m a huge fan of fiction too! I recently read “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho, and it resonated with me. It’s all about following your dreams and listening to your heart. I think those themes are universal, whether in the military or life.

As for strategy, I believe it’s essential in any field. Whether you’re leading a team in a project or navigating personal challenges, having a plan can make all the difference. I’m sure you’ll find that in your engineering projects too!

What’s your dream job after graduation? I’m curious to know what you envision for your future.

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Future Aspirations

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: August 30, 2017

Hi Rishi,

Second year is so hard! It takes everything inside of me to just keep up! How do others do it. How are you doing?

That’s a great question about my future! I’m passionate about using technology for social good. I’d love to work on projects that help improve education or healthcare in underserved communities. There’s so much potential for tech to make a difference, and I want to be part of that change.

What about you? What are your aspirations after NDA? I imagine you have some exciting plans ahead!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Aspirations and Dreams

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: December 5, 2017

Hey Radhika,

I admire your passion for using technology to make a difference. It’s inspiring to see someone so dedicated to creating positive change. As for me, I’m aiming to become an officer in the Indian Armed Forces. I want to serve my country and lead a team, making strategic decisions that can impact lives.

I think we both have a desire to contribute to society in our own ways. It’s pretty cool how our paths are different, yet we share similar values.

Let’s keep this conversation going. I really enjoy our exchanges!

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: Aspirations and Dreams

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: April 10, 2018

Hi Rishi,

I love how our conversations flow! It’s refreshing to talk to someone who understands the importance of making a difference. I’m excited to see where our paths take us.

I’m almost done with my second year at BITS and am halfway through my course. You must be almost done right?

By the way, I’ve been thinking about how we can support each other through this journey. Maybe we can share resources or tips related to our fields? I’d love to hear about your experiences at NDA and share some of my projects too.

Looking forward to your thoughts!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Supporting Each Other

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: July 15, 2018

Hey Radhika,

Yup! Third year just started a week back and I got back to the academy after a good trip home.
That sounds like a fantastic idea! I’d love to share insights from my training, and I’m eager to learn more about your projects at BITS. We can create a little knowledge exchange!

I think it’s great that we have this connection. It’s nice to have someone who understands the challenges we face while pursuing our dreams.

Let’s make this a regular thing! I can’t wait to hear more about your projects.

Best,
Rishi

Subject: A New Chapter

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: October 1, 2018

Hi Rishi,

I’m so glad we decided to connect like this! I’ve been working on a project for my software engineering class that focuses on developing an app for mental health support. I’d love to get your feedback on it once it’s ready!

How’s everything going at NDA? Any exciting training exercises or experiences you’d like to share?

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Project Update

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: November 5, 2018

Hey Radhika,

Your project sounds amazing! Mental health is such an important topic, and I’m glad you’re working on something that can help people. I’d be more than happy to provide feedback once you have a prototype.

Things at NDA are going well. We recently had a field training exercise that was both challenging and rewarding. It’s incredible how teamwork plays a crucial role in everything we do. I’ll share more details in my next email.

Can’t wait to see your app!

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Growing Together

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: February 15, 2019

Hi Rishi,

I appreciate your support! I’m working hard on the app and hope to have a prototype ready soon. I’ll definitely send it your way!

It’s inspiring to hear about your experiences at NDA. I can only imagine how much you’ve grown since you started. I feel the same way about my journey at BITS. Every challenge pushes me to become better.

Let’s keep pushing each other to grow!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Graduation

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: May 20, 2019

Hey Radhika,

I have some exciting news! I graduated from NDA last week and was commissioned as a lieutenant. It feels surreal to finally achieve this milestone after three years of hard work.

I’m getting ready for my first posting, and I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me. How’s everything going with you? Any updates from BITS?

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: Graduation from NDA

From: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@nda.edu.in
Date: August 1, 2019

Hi Rishi,

Congratulations! That’s an amazing achievement, and I’m so proud of you. It must feel incredible to be a lieutenant now.

I’m in my final year now and am super busy with final year projects and also getting my portfolio ready for campus placements. Super excited to see where I end up in.

Let’s keep supporting each other as we navigate these new chapters in our lives.

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: First Posting

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@bits.edu.in
Date: April 20, 2020

Hey Radhika,

I’ve been posted to a border area, and it’s quite different from NDA. The training is even more intense, and I’m learning a lot about leadership and teamwork in real-life situations.

I miss our chats, but I’m excited about the challenges ahead. How’s school treating you? Any interesting projects? Did you manage to get a placement?

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: First Posting
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: July 25, 2020

Hi Rishi,

It sounds like you’re doing great! I can only imagine how intense it must be at the border. I admire your dedication and commitment to serving our country.

I graduated from BITS last month and joined a tech company in Bangalore. It’s been a whirlwind of learning and adapting to the corporate world. I’m excited about the projects I’ll be working on!

Let’s keep supporting each other as we navigate these new chapters in our lives.

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Life Update
From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
Date: October 10, 2020

Hey Radhika,

I wanted to let you know that I was involved in a skirmish last week. Thankfully, I’m okay, but I did sustain a minor injury. It’s a reminder of how unpredictable this job can be.

I’m recovering well and will be back on duty soon. Your support means a lot to me during times like these. How’s everything on your end?

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Re: Life Update
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: October 20, 2020

Hi Rishi,
I’m relieved to hear you’re okay! It must have been a terrifying experience. Please take care of yourself and rest as much as you can.

Work has been busy, but I’m enjoying the challenges. I recently got a promotion, which I’m excited about. It feels good to see my hard work paying off!

I’ll give you a call soon. Let’s keep supporting each other through these ups and downs.

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Promotion to Major
From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
Date: February 10, 2021

Hey Radhika,

I have some news! I was promoted to major after my recovery. It feels great to be recognised for my efforts, especially after everything that’s happened.

I’m now stationed in Delhi, which is a big change from the border. I’m excited about the new opportunities here. How’s everything going with you? Now that I am stationed in a non sensitive area, how about we both meet up for the first time?

Best,
Rishi

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Subject: Offsite Opportunity
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: May 15, 2021

Hi Rishi,

Congratulations on your promotion! That’s a huge achievement, and I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it!

I’ve been working hard at my job, and I’m currently leading a project that focuses on developing software for educational institutions. It’s fulfilling to see our work making a difference.

I also have news for you – as part of my project, I have been deputed to our headquarters in the US for a year. So we will have to move our meeting forward, at least until I am back.

However, let’s continue our video calls, but not stop writing emails to each other. I enjoy reading your emails. Let’s keep pushing each other to grow!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: Re: Offsite Opportunity

From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
Date: July 5, 2021

Hey Radhika,
That’s fantastic news! I’m proud of you for taking this step. I know it will be a great experience for your career.

As for me, I’m settling into my new role in Delhi. It’s busy, but I’m enjoying the challenges. Let’s make sure to keep our conversations going, no matter the distance!

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Back Home
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: June 30, 2023

Hi Rishi,
My deputation is done and I will finally be back home! It would feel surreal to be home again. I can’t wait to catch up in person after all this time.

I arrive around midnight of July 15 and will be landing in Mumbai to catch up with family for a month before going back to Bangalore. Can we finally meet? I’ll call you once I am back in Indian soil and we can figure out where we can meet – either Delhi or Mumbai.

Looking forward to seeing you!

Cheers,
Radhika

Subject: The Day Has Come
From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
Date: July 5, 2023

Hey Radhika,

Welcome back to the motherland! I have a surprise for you when we finally meet.

Best,
Rishi

Subject: Our First Meeting
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: July 10, 2023

Hi Rishi,

I can’t believe you did what you did!

It’s taken me the last four days to process all this – the way you waited at the airport for me to come out, with that huge bouquet of my favourite flowers – red roses and white lilies. And then going down on one knee to propose to me!! That too in front of my parents, your parents and all those onlookers….

I know I don’t say this more – I love you to the moon and back and can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you…

Love,
Radhika

Subject: A lifetime together
From: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
To: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
Date: December 15, 2023

Hi Rishi,

As I sit here in our hotel room in Manali on our honeymoon, I can’t help but reflect on our journey together. From the first email we exchanged to our wedding day, every moment has been filled with love and growth.

I’m so grateful for the connection we built over the years. It’s incredible to think about how two strangers became partners in life. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

I am going to continue to send you emails, so I can cherish our love and look back on our life together and before we were us.

Here’s to our forever!

Love,
Radhika

Subject: Forever Together
From: Rishi_Swaminathan@gmail.com
To: Radhika_Mehta@gmail.com
Date: December 16, 2023

Radhika my love,

I’m so glad we’re on this journey together. I can’t imagine my life without you. Thank you for being my partner, my love, and my best friend.

Here’s to many more adventures together!

Love you always,
Rishi

And so, Rishi and Radhika embarked on their beautiful journey together, cherishing the love that had blossomed through words and experiences, leading them to a lifetime of happiness.

Short Story: The Pink Spectacles

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Shivani was a curious and imaginative 6-year-old girl who lived in a small village near Ratnagiri, nestled in the lush green hills of the Konkan region. She loved to explore the winding paths and swaying coconut trees near her family’s modest home, often getting lost in her little world.

But lately, Shivani has been having trouble seeing things. When she tried to read the blackboard at school, the letters would become a blurry mess. And during playtime, she sometimes missed the ball when her friends tossed it to her, much to their amusement.

“Arre, Shivani, kai jhala? What happened to you? Can’t you see?” Her older brother Akshay would tease. Shivani would huff in frustration, wishing she could see as well as her brother. She didn’t understand why her eyesight had suddenly become so bad.

“Aai, I think there’s something wrong with my eyes,” Shivani would tell her mother, Meena, after school each day. “I can’t see things like I used to.” Meena would frown with concern, gently examining Shivani’s eyes. “Hmm, they do seem a bit strained. Maybe you need to rest them more, bala. No more reading in the dark, okay?”

But even after taking breaks, Shivani’s vision didn’t improve but seemed worse. She started bumping into furniture and tripping over rocks on the ground that she couldn’t quite make out. “Arre, look at our little Shivani, she’s turning into a chamgadar! Shivani the bat,” Akshay would laugh, flapping his arms around. “Flapping around, crashing into everything!”. Shivani would feel her face flush with embarrassment. She didn’t want to be a clumsy bat – she wanted to be able to see clearly and run and play like the other children.

One day, Shivani’s teacher at the village school announced that a team of eye doctors would be coming to the school for a special eye camp. Any student having trouble with their vision could get checked and receive free spectacles if needed. Shivani’s parents, Meena and Rajesh, decided to take her to the eye camp. They were relieved that Shivani’s eyes could be properly examined at the camp in their village.

When the day of the eye camp arrived, Shivani was both excited and nervous. She had never seen a real doctor, let alone an eye doctor with all their strange-looking equipment. The ophthalmologist, a kind older man with a warm smile, greeted Shivani and her parents. “Kaishi ahes,” he said, crouching down to Shivani’s level. “How are you? Let’s look into your eyes, shall we?”. Shivani sat patiently as the doctor shone a bright light into each of her eyes and had her read letters off a chart on the wall. After a thorough examination, the doctor turned to Meena and Rajesh.

“Well, it’s clear that your daughter has a case of myopia or nearsightedness,” the doctor explained. “Her eyes are having trouble focusing on distant objects. But the good news is that spectacles can easily correct this.” Shivani’s eyes widened with excitement. “Chashma? Really?” she exclaimed. The doctor chuckled and nodded, then led them to a table filled with different frames.

“Now, let’s find the perfect pair for you,” he said, gesturing to the selection. Shivani’s gaze immediately landed on a pair of frames with a sparkly pink design. “I want those!” she declared, pointing eagerly. The doctor carefully placed the spectacles on Shivani’s face, and when she looked around, everything came into sharp focus.

“Wow, I can see everything so clearly!” Shivani marvelled, her face lighting up with a huge smile. “The trees, the people, the blackboard – everything is so clear.”. Meena and Rajesh exchanged relieved glances, thrilled to see their daughter so excited and happy. “You look beautiful, beta,” Meena said, giving Shivani a warm hug. Shivani couldn’t stop grinning as she admired her new pink spectacles. She could hardly wait to show them off to her friends and family.

When Shivani returned to school the next day, wearing her new pink glasses, her classmates were instantly fascinated. “Wow, Shivani, your chashma is so chamak, so shiny!” exclaimed her best friend Priya. “Can I try them on?”

Shivani carefully handed the spectacles to Priya, who immediately started giggling. “Everything looks so big and close up! It’s like I’m a giant!” Soon, all of Shivani’s friends were lining up to take turns trying on the pink glasses, running around the schoolyard and marvelling at how the world looked through Shivani’s eyes. “Be careful, you’ll break them!” Shivani fretted, but she couldn’t help laughing at her friends’ antics. She had never felt so popular and special before.

Even Akshay, who usually teases Shivani, seemed impressed by her new look. “Hey choti, you look like a movie star with those glasses!” he said with a grin. “Now you can see all the mischief I get into!” Shivani rolled her eyes at her brother, but she secretly felt proud. She loved her new spectacles and how they made her stand out from the crowd. No more bumping into things for her!

With her pink, shiny chashma on, Shivani began to see the world in a whole new way. She noticed so many details she had never paid attention to before – the intricate patterns on the saris of the women in the village, the tiny insects crawling on the leaves, the wispy clouds drifting across the sky. “Aai, look at that bird up there!” Shivani would exclaim, pointing to the sky. “I can see its feathers so clearly!” Meena would smile and nod, happy to see her daughter so fascinated by the world around her. She was glad they had taken Shivani to the eye camp and that she was adjusting well to her new spectacles.

Shivani’s favourite thing to do was to sit on the roof of her house and gaze out at the lush green hills and swaying coconut trees in the distance. She could see for miles, watching the farmers tending to their crops and the cows grazing in the meadows. It was like a whole new world had opened up to her. At night, Shivani would lie in bed and stare up at the twinkling stars with wonder. She could not get over how she could see them so clearly now. She felt like she was floating in a sea of glittering lights, just like the ones on her frames. “I’m so lucky to have these glasses,” Shivani would whisper to herself. “They make everything so beautiful.”

One evening, as Shivani was sitting on the roof gazing out at the pristine beaches and crashing waves of the Konkan coast, her grandmother came up to join her. “Ajji, tell me a story,” Shivani pleaded, snuggling up to the elderly woman. Her grandmother, Radha, chuckled and nodded. “Alright, my dear. Have you heard the legend of the boksi witch that haunts these hills?”

Shivani shook her head, her eyes widening with curiosity. “Well, they say that long ago, there was a beautiful young woman who lived in these very hills,” Dadi began. “She was known for her kindness and healing powers, and the villagers would come to her for help with all sorts of ailments.” Shivani listened intently, captivated by the story.

“But one day, a jealous woman in the village accused the young healer of being a boksi – a witch who practices black magic. The villagers, filled with fear and superstition, turned on her and burned her at the stake.” Shivani gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“They say that the young woman’s spirit never found peace, and now her boksi form roams these hills at night, seeking revenge on those who wronged her,” Ajji continued, her voice lowering to a whisper. Shivani shivered, glancing nervously at the shadowy trees surrounding their home. “But don’t worry, my dear,” Radha said, patting Shivani’s hand reassuringly. “As long as you have your chashma, you’ll be able to see the boksi coming from miles away!” Shivani giggled, feeling a bit more at ease. She knew her ajji was just teasing her, but the legend of the boksi witch had certainly piqued her imagination.

As Shivani lay in bed that night, she couldn’t help but wonder if the boksi was real. She stared up at the twinkling stars, wishing she could see through the darkness with her chashma. But alas, they were no match for the inky blackness of the Konkan night.

The next day, Shivani was so busy daydreaming about the boksi witch that she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. As she was walking home from school, she became entranced by the swaying coconut trees and the crashing waves in the distance.

Suddenly, Shivani felt herself collide with something solid. She looked up to see an elderly woman glaring down at her, her wrinkled face twisted in anger. “Arre, you foolish girl! Can’t you see where you’re going?” the woman scolded, her voice raspy and harsh. Shivani felt her face flush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, kaki,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to.” “Bah, you children these days, always with your heads in the clouds!” the woman interrupted, shaking her head in disgust. “You should be more careful, or you’ll end up like the poor boksi witch, doomed to wander these hills forever!” Shivani’s eyes widened in fear at the mention of the boksi. She quickly apologized again and hurried home, her heart pounding.

When Shivani told her parents what had happened, Meena and Rajesh were concerned. “Bala, you need to be more mindful when you’re wearing your spectacles,” Meena said gently. “They are a gift, but you have to use them responsibly.” Rajesh nodded in agreement. “Your ajji’s stories may be just legends, but there are real dangers out there. We don’t want you to get hurt, Shivani.” Shivani felt ashamed of her carelessness. She knew her parents were right—she had to be more careful, both for her safety and out of respect for the gift of her glasses.

From that day on, Shivani made a conscious effort to be more aware of her surroundings. She would take the time to carefully navigate the winding paths and crowded markets, always keeping her spectacles firmly in place. Shivani also started using her improved vision to help others. She would read signs and labels out loud to her illiterate grandmother, and assist her younger cousins with their homework by writing out the answers in big, clear letters. “You’re such a good girl, Shivani,” her grandmother would say, patting her on the head. “Your spectacles are a blessing, not just for you but for all of us.”

Shivani beamed with pride at her grandmother’s words. She felt like she had learned an important lesson – that her spectacles were not just about seeing the world more clearly, but about using her gift to make a difference in the lives of those around her. As Shivani sat on the roof, gazing out at the lush green hills and the shimmering Konkan coastline, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the spectacles that had opened up a whole new world to her. She knew that with her newfound vision, she could accomplish anything she set her mind to – even if it meant facing the legendary boksi witch that haunted these very hills.

Short Story: Celebrating Women – The Circle of Life

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In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, the rhythm of life flowed gently, like the melody of a timeless lullaby. Here, amid the cobblestone streets and rustic cottages, lived women whose stories wove together to create a tapestry of resilience, strength, and sisterhood.

In the heart of the village, beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient banyan tree, sat young Lila, her eyes alight with wonder as she listened to her grandmother’s tales. Sitamma, with her silver hair and twinkling eyes, spoke of a time long past, when women were the keepers of tradition and wisdom.

Lila hung on her grandmother’s every word, her imagination ignited by stories of brave heroines and fierce warriors who had defied the odds and changed the course of history. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the village, Sitamma whispered words of encouragement to her granddaughter.

“Remember, my dear,” she said, her voice a gentle breeze that stirred the air, “you carry within you the strength of generations past. Let your heart be your guide, and never forget the power of your voice.”

With those words echoing in her heart, Lila embarked on her journey, her spirit ablaze with the fire of possibility. She knew that she was but a bud, waiting to bloom into the fullness of her potential. And so, with each passing day, she embraced the challenges and triumphs that awaited her, knowing that her story was just beginning.

In a cottage nestled on the edge of the village, lived Kaveri, a mother whose love knew no bounds. With her gentle touch and nurturing spirit, she tended to the needs of her children, weaving a tapestry of love and warmth that enveloped their home like a cosy blanket.

Kaveri’s days were filled with laughter and chaos, the music of her children’s laughter a melody that danced through the halls. From dawn until dusk, she juggled the demands of motherhood with grace and poise, her heart overflowing with the joy of watching her children grow. But amidst the laughter, Sarah carried with her the weight of responsibility, the knowledge that she was the guiding light in her children’s lives. Through sleepless nights and tear-stained cheeks, she held their hands and whispered words of comfort, knowing that her love would carry them through even the darkest of days.

As she watched her children grow, Kaveri marvelled at the beauty of motherhood – the highs and lows, the triumphs and challenges, all woven together in a tapestry of love. She knew that her role was sacred, a privilege bestowed upon her by the universe, and she embraced it with open arms, knowing that she was fulfilling her purpose with every beat of her heart.

In the heart of the village square, beneath the shade of a blossoming cherry tree, sat Gowri Patti, an elderly woman whose wisdom was as deep as the ocean and as vast as the sky. With her weathered hands and kind eyes, she watched over the village like a guardian angel, her presence a source of comfort and guidance to all who sought her counsel.

Gowri Patti had lived a life rich with experience, her journey marked by triumphs and tribulations, victories and defeats. But through it all, she had remained steadfast in her belief in the power of sisterhood, the unbreakable bond that connected women of all ages and walks of life.

As the village gathered around her, eager to hear her tales of wisdom, Gowri Patti spoke of the importance of embracing one’s true self, of standing tall in the face of adversity, and of cherishing the bonds of friendship and sisterhood that bound them together. Her words were like poetry, weaving a tapestry of hope and inspiration that enveloped the village like a warm embrace. For in the wisdom of age, she found the courage to speak her truth, knowing that her voice held the power to ignite the flames of change and transformation.

And so, as the sun set on another day in the village, the women gathered beneath the banyan tree, their hearts intertwined like the branches above. They knew that their stories were but threads in the tapestry of sisterhood, each one unique and precious, yet connected by the unbreakable bonds of love and solidarity.

As the seasons turned and time marched onward, the women of the village continued to weave the threads of their lives together, creating a tapestry of strength, resilience, and sisterhood. From the blossoming innocence of youth to the quiet wisdom of age, each stage of life brought with it its joys and challenges, its triumphs and tribulations.

But through it all, the women remained united in their shared journey, their stories intertwined like the branches of the banyan tree, rooted deep in the soil of tradition and love. For in the heart of the village, amid the laughter and tears, the triumphs and defeats, there beat the timeless rhythm of sisterhood, a melody that echoed through the ages, celebrating the resilience and beauty of women everywhere.

Short Stories: The Red Rose – A Valentine’s Day Reunion

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Eliza sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the worn pages of her old school yearbook. It was Valentine’s Day, a day that held bittersweet memories of love lost and dreams deferred. As she flipped through the pages, a pressed red rose fluttered to the floor, its vibrant petals a stark contrast against the faded memories of her youth.

Her thoughts drifted back to James, her high school sweetheart, and the tumultuous relationship they shared. Their love had been passionate and intense, a whirlwind of emotions that swept them both off their feet. But with passion came turbulence, and their journey together had been punctuated by countless fights and tearful reconciliations.

Eliza sighed as she recalled the final days of their relationship. It had been a decision born out of necessity—a choice to break free from the cycle of heartache and uncertainty. As she graduated from high school, she made the difficult decision to part ways with James, hoping that time and distance would heal the wounds of their fractured love.

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Years passed, and life carried Eliza forward, leaving behind the echoes of her past. She built a career, forged new friendships, and found solace in the rhythm of everyday life. Yet, the memory of James lingered like a faint whisper, a reminder of a love that had once consumed her heart.

On that fateful Valentine’s Day, two decades later, Eliza found herself drawn back to the remnants of her youth. The pressed red rose, a relic of a bygone era, stirred something deep within her soul. With a sense of nostalgia tinged with longing, she decided to embark on a journey to find James, to seek closure or perhaps the possibility of a second chance at love.

With trembling hands, Eliza typed James’s name into the search bar, her heart pounding with anticipation. To her surprise, his profile appeared on the screen, a testament to the passage of time and the interconnectedness of fate. They were both in the same town, separated by mere miles yet worlds apart.

Gathering her courage, Eliza reached out to James, her fingers hesitating over the send button. Would he remember her? Would he be open to reconnecting after all these years? The questions lingered like a lingering fog, obscuring the path ahead.

To her relief, James responded with warmth and sincerity, his words a beacon of hope in the darkness of uncertainty. They agreed to meet for coffee, a tentative step towards reconciliation and rediscovery.

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As Eliza entered the quaint café, her heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. Would James still be the same person she remembered from her youth? Would the years have softened the rough edges of their past, paving the way for a new beginning?

Her questions were soon answered as James walked through the door, his smile as bright as the sun on a summer’s day. Time seemed to stand still as they embraced, the years melting away in the warmth of their reunion.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, each word a bridge connecting their shared past to the present moment. They laughed over shared memories and reminisced about the innocence of their youth. For a brief moment, it felt as if no time had passed at all, and they were once again the young lovers who had dared to dream of forever.

As the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon, Eliza and James found themselves lost in each other’s gaze. It was a moment of clarity, a realization that despite the trials and tribulations of their past, their love had endured, resilient and unwavering.

In the days that followed, Eliza and James embarked on a journey of rediscovery, exploring the depths of their shared history and the possibilities of their future. They laughed, they cried, and they navigated the complexities of love with grace and understanding.

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With each passing day, their bond deepened, a testament to the transformative power of forgiveness and redemption. They learned to embrace the imperfections of their past, understanding that it was through their struggles that they had grown stronger, both individually and as a couple.

And so, on a bright and beautiful Valentine’s Day, one year from the day they reunited, Eliza and James stood hand in hand, surrounded by the ones they loved most. It was a day of celebration, the culmination of their journey from heartache to happiness, from separation to unity. And of course, Eliza had a bouquet of red roses, which reminded them both of their long journey to get there.

As they exchanged vows beneath a canopy of blooming roses, their love blossomed like the petals of a flower, vibrant and full of promise. Their hearts beat as one, a testament to the enduring power of love to heal, transform, and bring two souls together in a journey of everlasting devotion.

In that moment, as they sealed their love with a kiss, Eliza and James knew that their story was just beginning. For in the garden of their hearts, the seeds of their love had taken root, destined to bloom and flourish for all eternity. And as they danced beneath the stars, surrounded by the fragrance of roses and the whispers of the wind, they knew that their love would always be their guiding light, illuminating the path ahead with the promise of endless possibilities.

School Stories: The School Library

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As regular readers know, I am a voracious reader. I have been teased about this all my school life because I used to prefer going to the library to playing with my friends.

My school had two libraries: the bigger one, which was located in the secondary section, and a smaller one in the primary section. The primary section was meant for the younger readers, and I had outgrown this library by the time I reached grade three.

I was what I now know to be hyperlexic. Hyperlexia is a syndrome characterized by a child’s precocious ability to read. Children with hyperlexia have a significantly higher word-decoding ability than their reading comprehension levels and also show an intense fascination for written material at a very early age. Hyperlexic children are characterised by word-reading ability well above what would be expected given their age.

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Because the books in the primary school library were below my reading ability, I used to use the lunch hour to go to the secondary school library to read. Our lunch hour was divided into two, and even if I was put in the second half, I used to eat quickly in the first half, return my lunch box to my mom, and then run to the secondary school library to read. The way my school was constructed, the primary and kindergarten sections were in one building, then we had our school hall with the laboratories, and then the secondary building with the library on level 2 of that building. To get to my class from the library, walking at a normal pace would take about five minutes. So the minute the bell would ring to indicate the end of lunch, I would get up and make a run to my class. During the monsoon season, there have been many instances where I have slipped and gotten my uniform dirty, and I have also been late to class countless times and would have gotten a scolding from my teacher. If I were lucky, I would reach the class just before the teacher and escape the scolding, but those times were few and far between.

Once I reached secondary school, life became slightly easier. I used to still go to the main library, and because this library catered to students from the secondary section, we used to go there as a class once a week to borrow books. Again, because I was already reading way above my level, I also became the librarian’s favourite. And I was given a privilege that I don’t think anyone else until then had received. I was allowed to borrow books from the adult section. So while still in school, when my peers were still reading Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys, I had graduated to reading unabridged versions of Shakespeare and George Orwell. It used to be so much fun because when it was our class’ turn to visit the library, while the others used to use the age-appropriate shelves, I would go to the librarian and get the key to the locked cupboard, which the teachers and other adults used, and borrow books from there. I was also the unofficial book consultant for my class and used to advise them on books to read based on what they wanted to read.

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After eighth grade, our weekly visits to the library ended as they were replaced by other subjects as we got closer to our version of the O levels, but I continued to visit the library during my lunch break and read so many wonderful books. In fact, at some point in time, I wanted to become a librarian when I grew up, but after I realised the practicalities of life, I gave up that dream. But my love for books, which was ignited in that little school library, has never gone away, if anything, it has increased, and I am forever reading and espousing the love of reading to everyone I meet.