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Musings

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City Beautiful where blooms spell seasons

What has always enchanted me about Chandigarh is the mantle of blossoms it dons through the year, its changing hues marking the seasons more faithfully than any calendar ever could.

Chicken Soup for Maid's Soul

ONE bleak December morning I found her on my doorstep offering unsolicited services as a cook. She was draped in a black nylon saree with a scarlet pattern. To add pizzazz to the ensemble she wore a black sweater with a generous smattering of sequins 

Learning to Ride with AI

My adventurous spirit urged me to book a driverless Waymo ride, while my more prudent self promptly squashed this reckless impulse. As the end of my trip loomed, FOMO (fear of missing out) struck. 

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The New Pin-Up Boys of Tourism

I could not watch any longer. I turned away. It saddened me to see these magnificent feline cats being used as pin-up boys of tourism, with their hunting instincts, ferocity and pride trained out of existence.

Chicken Soup for Maid's Soul

ONE bleak December morning I found her on my doorstep offering unsolicited services as a cook. She was draped in a black nylon saree with a scarlet pattern. To add pizzazz to the ensemble she wore a black sweater with a generous smattering of sequins 

Let Wonder, Wisdom Co-exist

I have a confession to make — one tucked away like a secret Horcrux in a corner of my heart. I am, and always have been, a Harry Potter devotee.

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The Lady In Yellow

THE dusty winds of May herald her arrival. She enters the city with a gentle rustle of satiny skirts.A glimpse of yellow against a dark green foliage or the russet brown of autumn leaves...

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Fireflies On the Hillside

The evening was dark and gloomy. Black clouds threatened rain and thunder. Strong winds had begun to churn up the air. The heavens opened up and rain pelted down on the parched earth.

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Ode to A summer Songstress

It is a scorching May afternoon. As I watch from my perch at the window, the streets empty out as denizens of the city retreat into the cool confines of their houses for a much-needed siesta. 

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