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Attention!

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“I’d like to thank the honorable Chief Guest Arputham, my department HOD Verona, my co-ordinator Jeyaraj, my best friend Deepan, the faculty, and fellow students who spent their valuable time being here!” Pavithra ended the event, which was followed by thundering applause. I was awestruck by her daring act of including my name in the Valedictory speech. Most of them didn’t seem to notice, but her HOD was stunned and confused by her sudden inclusion in their decades-old template. Pavithra winked from the stage and disappeared into the crowd that escorted the chief guest. Pavithra and I’ve been friends for almost three hundred days now, ever since she texted me after reading my blog. She was the first enthusiastic fan outside of my friends for my writing. She genuinely loved all my works and pointed out the few she didn’t. She had invited me to her college for a random workshop on “Girls and how they should be protected.” It was the most backward speech I’ve heard in years. But of co...
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Another Love Story! ❤️

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I opened my laptop only to discover her voice message and the location she sent. I came out of the DM and checked the people who have seen my story, where I’ve uploaded the link to my new story. And, yes, she has seen the story, finally. I connected my earpods and played the audio she sent. Deepan, do two things for me. I know I have never asked you anything, so I would really love you to do this for me. One, text me ‘Okay!’ once you start hearing this audio. Then, please follow the navigation to the location I’ve sent! My eyes widened. Is she asking me to come meet her? I paused the audio. I’ve known her through the Internet for around six months. She randomly came up after she read my blog. She’s been my reader even before my boom. I’ve always expected her critique about the content I post. We got close. But I never disclosed where I’m from. Neither did she. Why does she want to meet me, all of a sudden? I played it. Ummm. Yeah, I still don’t see you up ready for the pla...
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Need a Drink?

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  “Finally, your house”, I pointed. Isha looked at me. “Yeah, so here we end up your birthday celebrations”, she told, with genuine happiness. She extended her arms to hug me. I smiled and hugged her back. “So, straight to sleep or you’re going to text with your sweety ah?”, I laughed. “Shut up, he’ll be drunk. It’s ‘Even’ Saturday, right?”, she looked into her phone. “Ahhh, 19 years of my life. Wish I get to drink too”, I looked at myself in the car's rearview mirror. I looked grown enough with the unshaven beard. “You haven’t touched alcohol?”, she looked shocked. Well, I was shocked too. “You’ve drunk? Did he make you drink? Was it even your decision?”, my eyes widened. She never told me before. “Stop blaming him for everything. Why I shouldn’t drink myself ah? Why men are like this!”, she grunted. I hung my head low. “Sorry! Don’t hate me on my birthday!”, I kept my eyes as soft as possible. “Forget it. Let’s drink?”, her eyes widened, in excitement. She tol...
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Madly, Deeply! ❤️

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  Madly, Deeply!  ❤️   The watchman was wide awake, unlike in the movies, sleeping. It was 1’o clock already. He was scrolling through reels and the volume was enough to keep him awake for the rest of his career. I took out my phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker. I searched for the worst song possible. The worse and loud, the good. I played Saami Saami, and it reverbed through the speaker in the opposite direction, a few yards away. He looked up and went in the direction of the sound. I jumped over the wall and stood low, while he was distracted. I am inside the college, Rithi challenged me to get in if possible. I called Rithi and waited for her to pick up the call. “Call after five minutes”, she said, as soon as she picked up the call. “I’m in your college”, I replied. My legs were already shaking. “Oh, great. Go check out our canteen for some donuts. It is the best”, she said, sarcastically. “Please be serious, which side is your department?”,...
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Ever been in love? ❤️

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  Ever been in love?  ❤️   Heyyy! Happy Valentine’s Day…. Wait a minute. What are you doing here at my blog? Oh, if you’re reading my story now, probably, you’re celebrating the day alone as I’m doing. Okay Okay, we’ll jump into the story? Once upon a time, there lived… Nahhh! Too boring. We’ll see something mainstream? Walking down the street, Sivakarthikeyan had a bouquet in his hands… No, too dramatic. We’ll do something, we’ll walk around the city, and see how people are confessing their feelings for others. So, have you ever been in love? Do you know how it feels? Hushhhh! Oh, wait, something is happening. Let’s go watch. The whole car shook. Deepan tried to unjam the car door but ended up failing. He screamed out of frustration and banged the window for help. No one was around, it was pitch dark. He was restless and started searching the dashboards. He checked the seat covers, under-car mats, and the boot space. A sharp sound intervened in his search and st...
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Location: Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India
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Along With The Breeze!

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  Along With The Breeze !   I stood on the empty eerie road, alone. No dogs, no vehicles, and absolutely no life. I heard her steps. I ran to the end of the street and peeked from behind a wall. Was it her birthday? No. Was it my birthday? It has been only a day since I turned 18. So, definitely no. Why did she ask me to come to her house, on a cold, scary night, like this? I checked my watch. It was almost midnight. Then I put my head out from behind the wall, to see her extend her hand out of the gate. She wore single bangles in both of her hands. She stepped out, and I saw her wearing a black Kurti . Her eyes searched around, probably looking for me, while her earrings dangled in the air. The street light made the nose stud twinkle and she bit a small portion of her lip, looking around. She called me. I attended the call. “Deepan, where the fuck are you!”, she asked politely. I smiled as I came out from behind the wall. She wasn’t excited, clearly. I went straight...
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Mental Manadhil! ❤️

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  Mental Manadhil!  ❤️   “Deepannnnnnnn!”, shouted some girl on top of her voice. I removed my headphones, adjusted my boxers, and went out to see who it was. It was Apsara, standing before my house. I had to look again properly, to see if it was happening, real-time. It was her, in a bright-colored formal shirt and ankle-length beige pants. She looked up ready for something and I sensed something was up. “Deepan, come down, with your scooter keys and your wallet. Hurry up”, she said, breathing in and out fast. I ran in, took my wallet, and I had around 400 with me. I took the keys and went down to give them to her. As soon I went down, she held my hands and took me towards the scooter. “Hey! What’s happening, leave me! Where are you taking me!”, I exclaimed. “Deepan, wake up. And come with me. It’s something important…” said she, in a serious tone. “At least, let me wear something decent. These boxers are too revealing”, I said, turning pink. “…. And urgent...
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Give Me Your Hand! 💓

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  Give Me Your Hand! 💓   We had to walk all the way to her home. Arun took away his scooter and left for his home, for an urgent errand. He promised that he will pick me up from Nakshatra’s house. So, I took the job of dropping her at home. The road was empty and silent. One or two stray dogs were busy searching through the garbage. I looked straight, even though my mind was struggling between millions of thoughts. I wanted to look at her, but no. Already, she had noticed me staring at her, and it became embarrassing. I didn’t want to look like a stalker. I looked at her. She looked pretty, ah no. Gorgeous, nope. She looked pink. Yes, pink. Don’t ask why. It's my adjective for explaining her. Perfectly outlined eyes, sharp nose, evenly shaped teeth, and post-pimple bumps made her look pink. I took my phone out, turned on the selfie camera, and looked at myself. I looked as if I was the ugliest person existent on the Earth. “Oh Mister, you look great. Now please put ...
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June’s Hungry!

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  June’s Hungry!   I was at the door. Expecting food that I had ordered over a phone call. I opened Instagram and signed in with my name, Sara June. While scrolling through memes and promotions, one picture disrupted my flow. It was him. His recent post. It was him who made me hungry all of a sudden. It was him, I ordered Biryani. Memories took over me to the past. I still remember him fresh the day I saw him first. Checked Shirt, with a blazer over it and neat formal trousers, made him look fancy enough. For a moment, the safety pin in my shoulder disappeared and I felt loose. Maybe, due to a drop in confidence. Well, HE was the odd one out. Who wears a blazer for a puberty function in the family? Yet I felt ashamed for not able to take my eyes from him. I was damn hungry and was in a dilemma whether I should sit and eat first. Well, what if Ramani Aunty sees me eat before the guests and complain to Amma? Argh! They’ll skin me! But still, I was fasting from 3 in the...
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Paneer Butter Masala! 💓

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  Paneer Butter Masala! 💓   Startled by the bell rings at the door, I went into the restaurant. Confusion took over the place of surprise, as there were foreigners more than Indian people. All the tables were full, and a single table was almost impossible to find. I took the help of a kind waiter, made him understand my Indian accent and acquired a single-person table. I was at Flavours Of India, Sydney. It was my first time in any foreign country and I was much more alienated by bread and lettuce slices. I wanted to make myself at home for the next 6 months, so I thought of finding Indian friends here. The menu had calligraphed letters, reading traditional Indian dishes. With my chest swelling of pride, I called the waiter and ordered Paneer Butter Masala with Garlic Naan. Instantly after ordering, I felt relaxed, as my next work involved no interaction with people there. It was pretty hard to spot Indian-looking people there, but my hunger for Indian people made m...
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V̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶, Opponent!

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  Victim,  Opponent!   Hey friends! This is Harini here! Most of you won’t know me! Am Deepan’s friend, and here to share something useful! Don’t worry, I’ll stick to the point, and be precise, unlike Deepan’s blah-blah-blah… Am 17 years old girl and an aspiring astronaut. I want to land on Moon. I want to be the girl on the moon, and show these people I can survive there. Cool right? I always thought being brave is the best thing a human could do. So, for my profession, I thought choosing Science Group after 10 th was my perfect decision. Then came this day, where I did something “Heroic”. For people who are currently thinking, the phrase should be “Heroinic”, Thank you for reading this blog till here. You can resume watching Bigg Boss. R(B)est of the readers, let me tell a story. It happened on 9 th October 2020. Didn’t inform parents, took my Amma’s Scooty (No license yet) and took some money from my savings. Yeah, let it be my savings, still, I used to infor...
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Don’t cry Machan!

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  Don’t cry Machan!   ‘So! That’s tomorrow, right?’ ‘Yes! I’m happy its going to end tomorrow.’ ‘Lemme come with you da!’ ‘Nope, we’ve already talked about this. I’m going, and you’re going to stay home. Kids shouldn’t be at hospital.’ ‘Dei! Okay! You know what, you are going to come back, for me.’ ‘Hey, am not your girlfriend da! She’ll be busy chatting with someone.’ ‘Dei! This for you da! I never want to lose you da!’ ‘Machan! Don’t make me lose my confidence now da! I am strong! Don’t spoil it by your amatuer attempts.’ ‘Am sorry da! See, I’ve never been in this situation and all da! I feel so lonely and helpless.’ ‘Shut up da! Talk something cheerful! Make my sneaking purposeful!’ ‘I don’t even know you should sneak or not da! You are straining yourself.’ ‘Excuse me! You aren’t letting me speak da! I’m speaking on my own interest!’ ‘If that’s the case, then I would never want this night to end da.’ ‘Stop speaking Mani Ratnam’s dialogues da! I...
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Attention!

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“I’d like to thank the honorable Chief Guest Arputham, my department HOD Verona, my co-ordinator Jeyaraj, my best friend Deepan, the faculty, and fellow students who spent their valuable time being here!” Pavithra ended the event, which was followed by thundering applause. I was awestruck by her daring act of including my name in the Valedictory speech. Most of them didn’t seem to notice, but her HOD was stunned and confused by her sudden inclusion in their decades-old template. Pavithra winked from the stage and disappeared into the crowd that escorted the chief guest. Pavithra and I’ve been friends for almost three hundred days now, ever since she texted me after reading my blog. She was the first enthusiastic fan outside of my friends for my writing. She genuinely loved all my works and pointed out the few she didn’t. She had invited me to her college for a random workshop on “Girls and how they should be protected.” It was the most backward speech I’ve heard in years. But of co...
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