A Quest of Sorts

What do you do when you seem to be fighting for peace Every single day? To be heard, to be understood. Things running out of hands all the time. But what do you do if not wait and watch them slip from between the gaps in your fingers. Every turn you take seems to be…

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Is there a limit?

“Is there a limit?” asked my friend who I happened to meet over the weekend. At 27, she is expecting her second baby. We studied chemical science together. Missing lectures, attending practicals which were few and far spaced in the academic calendar, whiling away time in the college canteen, staying at each other’s places under…

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