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In case you haven't, read the first part: The First Meet, and the second part: St. Joseph's, before you read further! On the road to Saddharma Sadan... It was dark and he was waiting on the road that leads to the Saddharma Sadan - NIT's girls hostel. He looked at his watch and it was not working. …
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In case you haven't, you can read the first part of 'Diary of an Introvert' : The First Meet before you read further. 10 June 1995 “I want to sit at the corner”, I said firmly banging my fist on the desk. “I am sitting here. And Francina Ma’am told me sit here”, she fought back. …
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23 December, 2009 “80401037” “Are you sure?” I gave a sarcastic look. He left the counter and started to flip through the cards on the table. After waiting patiently for a considerable amount of time, he returned back with my library card. It was an irritating ritual to carry out before the books are issued. …
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One day, I was having one of the 'dad-son' conversations with my dad on the sands of Marina beach, Chennai. This time, we had got into a conversation about how ‘connected’ we are in this world today. He was telling me about the days when he used to call his friends through ‘trunk’ calls and …
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3 March, 2012 11:00 pm, Koot Road Junction, Medavakkam The street light at the corner of the street is flickering. There is no other source of light on the street except this. He could hear the voice of someone, probably a drunkard, coming out of the darkness. His hands held on tightly to the …
Oct 9, @ Gitam Central library He was standing at the library entrance. His eyes were busy searching for someone. He looked at his watch. It was not working. Just then, he felt a vibration in his pocket. He took out his Nokia-1100 mobile phone, used to the maximum possible extent. “1 txt msg …
To read the first part of this story, click here To read the second part of this story, click here He regained his senses. He read it again for 3 to 4 times. He took his hanky and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He thought of what doc said. “It’s better that you …
To read the first part of this story, click here To read the third part of this story, click here Suddenly all his teammates, normally with heads drowned in monitor and hands sunk into keyboard, raised their heads and looked at him with surprise. He was jumping, pointing out his finger to the monitor and …
He is busily working on the source code to find out why the session is not maintained throughout the transaction. Sumit, a software professional by lack of any choice, is having a routine day at his work. He typed, searched, copied and pasted lot of things from here and there to find a final …
Ticktick..ticktick....Goodmorning...ticktick.... His hand started to search for his mobile. After a minute struggle, he could finally land his thumb on the snooze button. 45 min later... He was at the bustand waiting for 273B. He needs to be at LokManya Auditorium,Afzalgunj Roadby 10.00AM. He looked at his watch. The minutes hand touched 12 …
Once up on a time in Buchireddipalem, there lived a family which was known for the love and care among their family members. Ramappa Panthulu was the head of the family and he was survived by a wife, Ravanamma, son, Bhupati Sharma, and two daughters, Kamala and Vimala. They all lived happily in the village …
It’s already Dec 30 and I haven’t still come out of the “2009 hangover”. I am still wrapped up in the memories of 2009 and I am not in a mood to loose this wonderful year. Many years have passed and many years are yet to come, but there will be very few which will …
This is probably the first story written in my life. I am eagerly waiting for the feedback....I apolozize for any grammatical mistakes, but i promise that i will try to imrove myself. I got a lot of inspiration after reading the book ANANTHAM written by Sri Sri, the Telugu mastero of 20 th century. Then …
Sunil Speaks... 