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Long past the hours of the night, he sits staring at the window. Its dark outside, there is nothing to be seen. And yet, he has passed hours in this trance. Would it be wrong to hope as a man...&lt;br/&gt;
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It was a dark cold night. The vapors from the street light had begun to fade under the fog. Warm breaths kissed into the air with a puff of cold mist. I watched her as she ambled across...&lt;br/&gt;
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Words - those innocuous killers of things good and bad. Go back to the most beautiful scenery you can recall. Now, try and describe it. Kind of robs it of the whole beauty, doesn't it?...&lt;br/&gt;
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“Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities. .” - Daniel J. Boorstin  
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The wriggle of an earthworm on rough land does evince us of some sort of struggle. So does the...&lt;br/&gt;
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The broken windows of the room let a cold, dark air sweep through. He sat there, alone. He only awaited the next cold wave. To awake him, to make him move. Wave after wave, cold breezes...&lt;br/&gt;
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What is the power of 24 hours? You can experience an entire array of emotions within 24 hours. You can go from being overly ecstatic to being totally depressed in a matter of a day....&lt;br/&gt;
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Today she went from a dear shortened name to the one the whole world knows her by.  
Today she went from being the pain I fondly lodged in my heart to the pain I don't know if I...&lt;br/&gt;
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“I hate public transit. The smell of sweat, bodies gnashing against each other, an occasional motion-sick traveler.. The more I travel by this, the more I want to ensure that...&lt;br/&gt;
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We are a miserable generation. A generation of confused, battered souls that prides itself with the devices that have come to dictate our lives. A generation that wants more and...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sam had approached the week with some gusto. A week had passed and he kept hoping that she would turn up at least once. To his ill-fated mornings, she never turned up. At least,...&lt;br/&gt;
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All of yesterday, Sam had spent his time pondering over those few minutes on the bus. He kept wondering when he would see her next and if he would see her at all. He counted the...&lt;br/&gt;
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“Here we are again” he muttered to himself, waiting at the bus stop.  
Another day, another morning in this city. Samarth was in his usual blues, inside and outside.  
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With new found time, I was able to think a little about the things that meant most to me. Somewhere in that process, there were a few questions that surfaced which force you think. So...&lt;br/&gt;
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For those of you who have a passion for teaching or the ones who have a crush on Ryan Reynolds, you might have caught the school-flick ‘School of Life’ about the ‘coming of age’ (so to...&lt;br/&gt;
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How you do you it? How do you make a man feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? How does every span of time seem shorter when it is associated with you?            ...&lt;br/&gt;
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Been trying to write for a long time now. Half and nearly complete articles that sat in my archive are mercilessly deleted. Starting afresh, here goes--


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It is amazing how Ekta Kapoor (Sorry if I missed an extra ‘k’ or ‘a’ or ‘o’) is able to churn episode after episode of Saas-Bahu drama and people take it all in. They may forget to ask their...&lt;br/&gt;
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I’m sure everyone has that one movie that they keep going back to. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you wouldn’t mind another watch. You cry and laugh, get inspired, resolve to be a...&lt;br/&gt;
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"Today my journey back home seems longer than usual. Work was always drab, but nothing that a little music and a little solvent wouldn’t help dissolve. No, it wasn’t that. Today is...&lt;br/&gt;
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I know, I know.. Why would a site on thoughts need a post on the Budget? Well firstly, it is important to understand the impact of government decisions on Mango-people, and...&lt;br/&gt;
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Well, it’s that time of the year again. When some extremist Hindu factions indulge in “slapgate” occurrences into the love lives of hundreds of ‘innocent’...&lt;br/&gt;
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I believe it was MK Gandhi who once said, “Show me your&amp;#160; friends and I will tell you who you are.” Luckily for him, Facebook and Twitter weren’t available back then, and this statement...&lt;br/&gt;
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This post is delayed by quite a few days, my apologies. With my exams behind me, I can now get back to the more important things! :)  
Starting off, TV and print media in general make a big...&lt;br/&gt;
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