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Sajal Choudhary
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#4 in an year of mornings
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#3 in an year of mornings
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#2 in an year of mornings
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#1 in an year of mornings
stories
A couple of rasagullas
The bus to Hajipur was late by an hour. It was nothing new, or in that matter, exceptional. The woman and her son got down. The road crumbled beneath their feet. “Chaliye madam, badhte rahiye!” The woman, moved on; carrying her son in her arms. The boy never demanded much,
Things that I think about
There are quite a few things that I worry about, no that does not sound right, let me try again. There are quite a few things that I think about, a lot. Things that I keep getting back to, again, and again, and again. As a kid, the stars fascinated
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Why I feel like an impostor at times
I think the problems began the day I paid for a domain, the blog was no longer going to be at “sajalchoudhary.wordpress.com”, I had paid to have the “wordpress” removed. And that changed things. This was not just going to be an interest any more, I was a
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Fiction takes time
Fiction takes time. Anything from a short story to a novel, a thousand word something to a hundred thousand word something. It all takes time, effort, and patience. That’s the beauty of fiction. You sit down, and write. At the beginning, the fire drives you, the joy of having
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Birth, death and everything in between
Birth, and death, Death, and birth, Are either two ends of a line, Or, two points in a never-ending circle. Now way to know, to be sure. After all none have come back, From the great end. What lies in between, Is the great green expanse. Life. The one thing,
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They killed some more men today
They killed some more men today, At a place where men kneel, To gods, looking down at men. They killed some more men today, With a gun, a bomb, and a knife, There was a man, a woman, and a child. They killed some more men today, They said it
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Where we love
The past, is like ink on paper. Present. Permanent. Persistent. The thoughts I’d had then, Feel like a different universe now. A universe in which you would have been, In love with your work, and I would have been, Close to you, in your city. But that’s what