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Grandmom is jealous of me because he spends more time talking to me. I feel bad for her, but none of us can help it because I answer all his questions.
Some days it is difficult for grandmom to comprehend what he says other days he is inaudible. He told her to fix the hearing aid, but she doesn’t comply.

I play his favourite song, share the recipe of the most complicated meal he can fathom. There are days when he is explicit with his demands. I have to fish out specifics, and that takes a while. He becomes agitated and then asks me to “forget it”. …


धूप छोढ़ कर निकले थे,

अंधेरा ले कर वापिस आए हैं ।

Stories are born at a cross-section of imagination and facts.

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Rade’s last few stories were based on real-life situations. Well, almost real.

Stories are born at a cross-section of imagination and facts. The percentage of each element affects the perception of these stories. Sometimes, the only difference between a story and life is that of life and death.

He was conducting research for a new collection of short stories. He found inspiration in his neighbourhood, nature, and daily routine. Although he was a reputed mystery writer, none doubted his abilities to concoct a gripping short story out of thin air.

The police department investigating Rade’s death wanted to mark the case as a suicide. Still, Droy, the lead detective was a persuasive man. He refused to close the last case of his career without conducting thorough research. As an avid reader, he was instinctively drawn to Rade’s books and journals not only to find clues but also to understand his personality. …

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He brings home the bacon, and I put all the eggs in a basket. We seldom have a beef about it.
“Where have you bean”? I asked him one day.
“I was on my way to ketchup with a friend and got latte while returning due to the jam”, he clarified.
“This butter not be a lie”, I warned him.
“I promise it isn’t.. I even took the espresso route to reach home on time.
“Ok, my fine wine! I love you..” I chuckled.
“Hah ! Now don’t be cheesy. Give me a coldie cause I am a toast driving around in my American Chocolate the whole day”, he said.
“Cheesy ? Once upon a time, you were quite fondue of my declaration of affection”, I said, steamingly.
“Don’t get me wrong, honey. I am still bananas for you” he said, bubbling up with joy. …

The snowflake of emotions.

What is common between a snowflake, DNA, thumbprint, and grief? They are unique. The spouse holding your hand, the friend who is bringing you food, the person who is comforting you over the phone can help you face this emotion, but no one can truly understand your unique experience.

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People can grieve for the same cause, and yet they experience it differently. Similarly, others react to your grief in diverse ways. People can be compassionate and envelop you in a hug for hours. …

The name of the shop was written in a knitted pattern on a board above its window. It was difficult to say whether actual yarns were used to create the name, or it was the work of a master painter. The owners and the shop were a mystery, but the locals did not bother about these matters.

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This passer-by seemed curious. He walked up to the window of the shop and exclaimed, “I am amazed that you decided to sell woven items in a humid city like this!”

“Once you buy from us, this would be our least intriguing characteristic”, Scarlet smiled. …

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Ravi had spent the whole day trying to convince the village chief to cooperate with the government for electrification of the village. He enviously gazed at the sun that was triumphantly retiring for the day.

“Mr Jai, as the village head you must be aware that electricity is synonymous with development. “

“Says who? The corrupt government or you -their mouthpiece? We might be poor, but we are not stupid”, a furious Jai muttered.

Ravi calmly continued, “I can list at least ten advantages of doing so”.

“I have ten fingers and can help you count”. Little Roshni who could now count up to ten exclaimed. This was the first time she was applying her learnings from school. …

A memorable Zoom session.

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“How do you feel about the last session? I am a bit sad that the workshop is ending today. I loved teaching you all. This was my first time conducting a workshop online via Zoom.

I had conducted 20 in-person workshops teaching mediumship to people with strong intuition, psychic abilities, and spiritual gifts. This workshop was going to be a challenge. Will I understand energies virtually, assess the participants, and connect with the group?

This group was different than others. I can’t pinpoint how at this moment.

“I enjoyed the small group setting,” eternally excited Jerry exclaimed.

The spiritual development sessions often started with ten people, and after two or three sessions, the number usually dropped. Few people were spooked at the thought of connecting with spirits. Others realize that they enjoyed the idea of becoming a medium but didn’t want to invest in it. …



I am a million different things every day. Creator of 1moretale on IG.

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