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	<title>Stories at AlwaysAditya</title>
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		<title>Of Bosses, Break-ups and Being in Love&#8230;</title>
		<description>“It is not ethically right for a person to be happy and his normal self again just thirty minutes after he has broken up with his girl friend. He should be sad and gloomy and not talk to anyone. He should at least be in depression. Even if it’s just ...</description>
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		<title>The Question Hour</title>
		<description>The water ran through her hair making it tangle free. The foam of the shampoo flowed with it leaving the smooth hair glistening in the light of the bulb placed at 45 degrees above her. It continued its journey, cleansing, flowing on her body without any discomfort. It appeared to ...</description>
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		<title>The Debris of Bruises</title>
		<description>It was a normal Saturday evening at the market I pass through everyday. The old road pockmarked with ditches resembles the moon with its craters. With all its ditches, it looks all the more beautiful to me. The pavement full of vendors selling everything you can dream of. Stuff that ...</description>
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		<title>&#8220;With Your Permission, Sir.&#8221;</title>
		<description>“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No! We are not doing it.”
“Why don’t you get the point? It is very difficult to make him understand anything. He is a very stubborn guy who listens only to himself and his old grumpy astrologer.”
“Then we will come up with an idea to make him understand.”
“I wonder how Kajal's ...</description>
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		<title>The Airport</title>
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The early morning lull of Krishna Apartments in Sarovar Colony was broken by Raj’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. The dog reclining lazily near the front gate was startled by the noise. Raj was in a hurry. He was getting late. It was 5 in the morning and he ...</description>
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		<title>Can You Hear The Silence?</title>
		<description>By Bineeta Fialok
Can you hear the silence?’ She said, ‘the silence of the dark sky, the silence of the shrieking trees, reaching out there gnarled and shriveled old branches to clutch it, to embrace it, to hold on to it forever as if there roots no longer have the strength ...</description>
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		<title>A Mystic Morning</title>
		<description>By Chandana Madishetty
It was a Thursday morning; I got up early to catch up with my team at 8:30am to discuss the progress of our current project.
I quickly got out of my bed, completed my daily morning chores, got ready &#38; rushed towards my First Love (Scooty) with my huge ...</description>
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