Wooing Geeta…Part 2
***********WOOING GEETA- PART 2********** Before I could open my heart to Geeta, her father got transferred to Amritsar. They went away with all their belongings leaving behind with me my longings. She took with her my little ‘bleating’ heart. What was left with me was a big void where the heart used to be.…
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WOOING GEETA- Part 1
Geeta. Aha! what a name! Song of the meaning of life, and so true she was to her name. She was of my age. She was the younger sister of my sister’s friend. We met sometimes when I went to fetch my sister home from their house. Their father was a Superintendent of Police (you…
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About NADAs and Izrar Bunds Why is it that thoughts on Nada just don’t stop coming to me? Is it a symptom of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder? Nah! You can’t call it that unless I keep tying and untying the Nada of my Pajamas repeatedly. Am I a “Nadaphile” then? Hahaha, or I am just a borderline…
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