Author: Jo

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Dirty Politics Over Nature’s Wrath

What started as yet another seasonal flood with a reported toll of 150 has turned out to be a national disaster. The flash floods in Uttrakhand have revealed many realities, national and political. This natural...






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A Chain Reaction – Part – III

She got into the car and ignited it. The watch showed 8.00 pm. Her heart was filled with the fragrance of unconditional love like ever before. She stopped at a motel on her way. It...






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A Chain Reaction – Part – II

She was surprised. Whipping her tears she walked towards the car. A man neatly dressed, perhaps in his late 30s got down from the car. ‘May I help you my lady?’ he asked politely. Mrs....






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A Chain Reaction – Part – I

Ms. Pamela Parker, 57, was on her way home after meeting her childhood friend. The weather was pleasant. She tuned-in to the radio station in which her favorite talk show was being aired. The traffic...






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The Silent Observers – Part -III

In any family system, the young depend on their parents. Their life is bounded firmly with their parents. Everything in their life is decided by their parents on their behalf. In this world full of...






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The Silent Observers- Part – II

Home is the first school for every child, girl or boy. The members of the family are the immediate teachers to the child who keep teaching them inadvertently 24X7 (A bit surprising and ironical, though)....






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The Silent Observers – Part – I

Sanju is a rollicking eight-year-old boy who would win anyone by his charm. His mom helped him with his studies. The boy loved every subject except history. It was she, who has to pester him,...






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The Living Buddha- Part- III

The hallway where the monk had left the man was lengthy lined by windows on either side. Each window pavement had a wooden statue of Lord Buddha, decorated with flowers and ash remains of incense...






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The Living Buddha- Part- II

By midnight, a howling wind shook the windows violently, rattling them. A spine chilling wind slipped through the window, waking up the monk. Whiled he curled up within his blanket, half-asleep, the thought about the...






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The Living Buddha- Part- I

A cold winter night, it was. In a secluded hill was a big monastery. The chief monk was in charge of the place. It seemed to be a merciless night, a bone piercing chilling coldness...