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Hauz Khas Village

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Down the forest path

She had promised herself not to travel in a car after the accident she had witnessed. But here she was, in an SUV, right in the middle of a forest, with four others, one of which, was her elder sister. Being the youngest, aged 15, couldn’t refuse the invitation. It was 6:00 am and were still in the car, with no phone reception. Daisy had no choice but to engage herself with the outside view. Mountain roads made her nothing but more anxious and everyone in the car except her slept soundly. They weren’t able to find a place to stay at night, and yet everyone seemed unbothered. “Adults” Daisy thought “Only God can understand what they do”.

Feeling suffocated, she stepped out of the car and looked for landmarks before wandering off. Among all the trees that surrounded them, she spotted a small sign at a distance. While she started walking towards it, she wondered who put it over there right in middle of a forest. As the leaves and the branches beneath her rustled, she moved in close to the sign. It was rusted and looked like it was easily around 70-80 years old. ‘Bunny
Burrow’ the sign read. “What?” she whispered to herself and rolled her eyes and started moving ahead, in hopes of finding phone reception.

She didn’t realize when she wandered into this deserted colony. It was a small town in a circular shape. All the houses spread out in perfect blocks from the center. From the top, it looked like one giant cake with pieces cut
into triangles. It seemed to be built around an enormous rabbit statue which seemed too real to be stationery. It was almost 2’5” and had a green gem embedded in its chest. It held a cane in its hand and wore a black hat and circular glasses. The town was relatively clean and empty. It was deserted, yet everything was in a perfect condition as if people lived there but only that, they weren’t there for some reason.

She now had phone reception and her phone suddenly buzzed several times consecutively. She glanced at the screen and slid it into her pocket as she stepped closer to the statue, in a way, as if making sure it isn’t alive. Mesmerized by it, she reached out and gently placed her finger on the green gem embedded near the chest.
“Ah!” the statue gasped, suddenly coming into color. Her eyes widened as the rabbit jumped down from the podium, the green gem still attached to its chest which seemed to be the only thing he had on.

“Oh, oh! Thank you, thank you! Young lady.” He hopped and grabbed her hand, pulling it down. He shook it vigorously.

“You’re….. Welcome?”

She said not believing the sight of the 2 foot tall, talking bunny who seemed to have a British accent. He noticed her widened gaze and looked down at himself “Oh Sweet Easter Bunny!” he said as if in disbelief while covering himself with his paws.

“Lower your gaze would you? Where are my clothes?”

Daisy squinted at him “clothes? You wear clothes?”

“Oh dear miss, please excuse me but we too have some code of decency! I apologize, for now I have to leave.”

He said as he took a few steps to the right and scurried off. She glanced at the podium nameplate which lay empty after ‘Mr.’

“Daisy!” her sister called. She turned around to see her sister’s agitated face and the three of her friends, two guys and a girl panting behind her. “Ellen! Look at this place!” Daisy yelled. Her sister squinted with a worried expression “You’re… You’re in the middle of a forest. There is literally nothing here.”

Daisy turned around and looked at the trees as she got dragged away by her sister. “It wasn’t a dream.” she said to herself as she saw the 28 texts and 5 missed calls when her phone didn’t have a signal.

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एक नज़र

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क्या ताक रही हैं तू इधर, ऐ ज़िंदगी;
क्या अपने गुरूर को इज़ाफा देने के लिए नज़र गड़ाई हैं
या मुझे दी गई नेमत पर तुझे लालच आई हैं?

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Doctor Who Review

To be honest, ‘Doctor Who’ is the best TV show I’ve ever seen in the recent years of my life! It is a British science fiction show produced by the BBC in 1963. It features the adventures of a man who calls himself “The Doctor”. He is a timelord from a planet called Gallifrey and travels through time and space in his bigger on the inside time machine, TARDIS. He always takes a human companion along with him on his adventures and can regenerate. Every time he dies, he has 12 regenerations in all and every time he regenerates he has a new face with a new personality. Trust me, every Doctor touches your heart in such a way that you’re gonna cry in all 12 regenerations! No other show has this level of bravery, kindness, and humanity and each episode of this show has a soul and will leave you breathless! It’s so brilliantly presented that I am running out of words to describe it but I would like to say that if you have not watched this series you’re missing a lot in life, buddy! So go on and find out who your favourite doctor and quote is!

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Storms And Tranquility.

Part One.

He counted the lights in the urban city down the lane while I counted his scars. I wondered how he smiled so often with those heavy stitches on his lips. He said these were the consequences of bottling up too many secrets within himself. I always felt a very strong connection with him for we shared most of the cuts, those upon the soul. These scars were only for the body but on the inside, they were wounds that would rot me to death. He made my wounds shine over its cracks and told me how I was so beautiful with them on my skin. I used to believe that the world was dark, hiding deepest secrets behind every face. He told that it was the bright glint in my eyes that was eclipsed by the darkness and negative vibes of some undeserving people. I used to believe that my past followed me only to haunt me as I kept closing all doors to keep myself away from it, but he called me from behind a closed door and asked me to learn from my mistakes. I was a mess with all broken threads of trust, he was the magic that tied all knots to one that lead me to him. I sulked over the thought that I was better off alone with the fire within me. He took me to the darkest places where I learnt to become my own source of satisfaction. I was raised with the myth that a girl and a boy could have only a love tangent with each other. Here, I am standing on the top of the world having him for a lifetime as a friend. The two minds with a set of different thoughts where I felt we met by destiny and he claimed destiny was just an illusion.
“It’s our pain that found each other.” He said.

~Simran Riyaz

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