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Fiction Bidisha Sinha It had been a long day; long enough to be mistaken for two days and yet it was just one really long day. I had woken up to a deceitfully beautiful morning expecting nothing extraordinary. No chance meeting with a handsome stranger, no sudden inheritance of wealth from a distant relative, no empty space in a parking lot, no discount on a gorgeous dress, no lunch date and no dinner invitation. The usual morning kappa followed by the usual breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast seemed perfect to kick-start my day. I got down from the bed to the instant comfort of my slippers. those slippers were a gift from my mother. She claimed that the countless bumps on it of varying shapes and sizes were meant for 'good blood circulation'. Aah...she had always been a health freak and it only did us good. the slippers felt like a dream on my sleep-numbed feet. I reached for my cell phone on the bed-side table and checked if somebody considered me important enoug...

Fiction Bidisha Sinha It was a beautiful day; the sky was the perfect shade of blue. The scene outside was like an artist's impression of a perfect day. My heart was full of bubbling hope. I was finally going to tell him how much i love him. The past few weeks had been a frenzy; the initial denial and then the slow acceptance. My mind went on flashback mode: the first time we met, the first time i saw him smile, the first time we held hands and the night he proposed...moments engraved in my heart like a part of me. My phone beeped loudly, snapping me out of the flashback. I started scouting the sheets for the phone...love made me careless, clumsy and messy! After a thorough search lasting exactly 5 minutes, I found it amd my heart gave a jolt!         1 text received         "I hate the fact that the sun rays touch you before me." Under normal circumstances (read: i actually know the sender and ...

Fiction Bidisha Sinha Dearest Miss Nomore We have known each other for quite a while now but I don't think you will remember me too well. I have known you intimately for the past five years but I am well aware that I am just one in many in doing so. Although I have been possessed by the green monster for quite some time now, but I assure you that I have not taken to violence to prove my point. My love is like Dante's love, unrequitted but eternally pure. When I tell my friends about you, they call me crazy. Some say that you are a figment of my imagination, that I just made you up and you don't actually exist! But I guess that's because they haven't met you. I know that you are averse to the idea of company but you willingly entertain the curious kids in whites now and then. You have no idea how grateful I am to you for that because I was also once a curious kid in white and the day I met you changed my life complet...