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Weekly Contest #84
It was exactly five days since the lockdown was lifted, that my life was struck with a terrible emergency. I ran out of bras. Before the pandemic hit my country, it will be fair to say that I had a shortage but I didn’t care about it because I could get them any day I want, right?. What’s the hurry, I thought, and then suddenly out of nowhere the country was under complete lockdown. I somehow managed during lockdown but not it was time for bra shopping. I am a socially awkward twenty-year-old who still needs her mother to buy her linge...
Weekly Contest #53
CATCHING UP! “I can’t believe it is finally happening!” said Simran. “Yes, finally!” I said A baby started crying in the background. “Ughh..” her mother said, we all giggled. “Suno (listen), I am going see you guys tomorrow,” the mother of the weeping child said and left the video conference. “Bechari! (Poor girl) I told her a kid will be a disaster” I said pitying my best friend. “Guys bring something traditional to wear,” Mansi said. “You have told us that so many times,” Divyanshi replied. It was decided then, everyone will reach Del...
Weekly Contest #51
A TALE OF TWO HEARTSI was sitting in an seemingly uncomfortable position on an old chair in the balcony , staring at the stars , mostly at one of them . Since I was little my mother said when people die ,they become stars . It was in days like this I try hard to believe in that fantasy . It has been exactly eleven month and twenty five days since my sister died . I an anxious today because just this weekend will be her death anniversary . I hate that word , it makes it sound , I don’t know ‘clean’ as if someone just tidied up the most painfu...
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