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The Tragedy Of Juliet and Romeo Montagues and Capulets have fought all their lives. Romeo falls in love with Juliet, the moment he sees her. But what if she never liked him back? Have a small recap on Romeo & Juliet here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/bitesize/guides/zxrjfrd/revision/1#:~:text=It%20is%20a%20tragic%20love,being%20separated%20from%20one%20another. “No Romeo, I never thought about you that way," Juliet said, sitting in the brim of the window in her room. Romeo had climbed all the way up to her window. He looked disappointed but didn’t lose the spirit. “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night”, he expressed. Juliet frowned. “Well, you’re just 16. Trust me, there are more beautiful people than me. Also, stick to normal language. It’s hard to catch up”, she said. “You remember you kissed me? How would you explain that?”, Romeo questioned her back. She swallowed in confusion. “Romeo, I’m barely 13. What do you expect me to ...

Karennnnnnnnnn!   “One year ah wait panni kudikuren indha coffee ah,” I told. She looked up in awe. Then she smiled. “Aaamaaaaaa Deepaaaannnnnnn”, no exaggeration, she said that, the same way I’ve written. “Karen, naan onnu sollanum,” I told. She sipped her coffee again. She was all ears. What did I tell her? Solren. Before that, who is she? Karen is the first girl to talk with me from college. So, I immediately felt so good, thinking about how my beautiful profile picture has attracted her to speak with me. Later, I got to know the bitter truth that she texted everyone in the college and introduced herself. So, first bulb-uh. Talking about coffee, I asked her if we could have a coffee together. She said yes. But that coffee didn’t happen. I got busy with my personal life, and she was there, but I never cared to look back at her. A year passed by, and destiny brought us together again for a book fair, for which we both volunteered. This time, I was in the ‘I have nothing to lose’ m...

I parked the bike in front of the eye care hospital. Showed the online registration invoice to the grumpy uncle in the reception. He was talking on the telephone, about some new eye surgeon’s arrival. I stood there well enough to disturb him, and for him to cut the call. He got straight into the job, asking questions. “Name?”, he shrieked. “Deepan, with an ‘n’ in the end”, I replied. “Age?”, he looked at my hair, after asking. “27!”, I said, as I adjusted my uncombed hair. “Sex?”, he asked with his eyebrows up. I looked at him in disappointment. I didn’t want to be there at all. And everything was frightening me a lot. Testing my eyes, wearing specs, and being questioned about my sexuality, everything was a first. I just wanted to run away from there, but I didn’t. I knew I had to buy glasses to save myself from the recurring migraine.  “Male!”, I replied. Man, he thought a lot before ticking male. He handed me a small water bottle before taking me upstairs, to the lab. I opened th...