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HOW INDIA HAS FAILED PREMCHAND
73 years of Independence, but have we really grown as a nation? Continue reading
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THE NEWSPAPER
The day begins on the edge of the sidewalk; I leave it at the bottom of the hill, cross over to the other side and repeat the act. The rest of the morning passes by keeping its fingers crossed as I speak my heart out. When it starts, it sparks of being fresh off… Continue reading
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WHEN IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY
When it’s your birthday and all you can think of is the past, Then the time has come for this question to be asked, Why would you feel so despondent as the tears forcefully pull Splurging today’s pleasures, looking at the glass half-full? You’re here today, on your feet, and stronger than before, Life’s… Continue reading
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A EULOGY: A YEAR ON
A year has passed and the seasons have changed yet your absence reminds us of the void that was left behind after we were estranged following the pain that had us destroyed. Your evincing notes still wake me at night asking me to go beyond yesterday’s ghosts. There’s too much of YOU involved in… Continue reading
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THE DARKNESS OF THESE DUST CLOUDS
May the darkness of these dust clouds hovering above us be soaked to the bone While unveiling light from its shrouds that we had managed to outdo alone. This battle will be won for sure but hope is at a scarcity now Nothing like this has befallen us before nor will we in the… Continue reading
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FALSE PRETENCE
It might be easy at first taking sides with myself, being led astray by the fireflies which seemed to be the light at the end of this tunnel. It might even be reassuring to forgive myself from time to time, wondering where the road that I left unequivocally would have led to. It… Continue reading
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IN DELIRIUM
The hands of the clock are set in their ways displaying the time that was last seen before a calamity of this size erupted; they stare at me in mock annoyance as they oscillate between deciding whether to keep up with this pathetic charade or accept themselves for what they are. I raise… Continue reading
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IF RAIN IT MUST
(In the memory of Irrfan Khan) If rain it must on your snowy peaks when the wind stopped howling into the gale and turned the golden precipices into white, you remained unmoved, untouched by the fanfare that had enveloped us lesser mortals who only had a tiny idea about what you were trying… Continue reading
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WALLING OFF CHINA MAY NOT BE THE RIGHT MOVE
The decision by the Indian government to wall off Chinese companies trying to purchase shares and trying to take over distressed Indian organisations has come at a good time. While the entire world has blamed the Asian major for not being able to contain the virus and spreading it, only Donald Trump, the American president… Continue reading
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WHEN REGRET VISITS
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night fearing memory’s diatribe. Soon darkness engulfs the light which I had tried to subscribe. I shiver to see my sorry plight and waver upon my shaken skin, a part of it had once been bright although now it’s dead from within. Why can’t I shake these visions… Continue reading
Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.
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