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Surprise at the Airport!

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Monday early morning flight home She had completed her second semester of Masters in Health Psychology and Cognition. It was a long break before she came back for the final stint in the university. Nikitha decided to spend the 8 weeks holiday with her mother back home in India. Bidding goodbye to the North Carolina University campus was tough, for now. She had some wonderful time there and over the past few months, learnt a lot of new things, grew to love the university and the life in the campus. She had a new friend who really made her feel at home. Sarayu stayed 50 km from the University in a little suburb. She was from Bangalore and was studying with Nikitha, they both were travelling back together up to Mumbai on Monday. Over the weekend both went shopping for gifts for their family, Sarayu bought a gift for her aunt who stayed in Hyderabad and Nikitha volunteered to hand it over to her. After shopping, they had dinner together at a Chinese restaurant and stayed overnight at Nikit...
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The Summer Nights

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Friday night: The air conditioner in her bedroom was set to 22° C, but the clock approaching midnight was giving Nikita an eerie sensation. She wiped the drop of sweat off her brow and was waiting for a repeat of the last two nights. Wednesday 11th: Her bedroom on the first floor was in the corner of the huge house, and she was alone. Her parents slept on the ground floor. There was a big hall - a living room outside her bedroom that opened to a balcony on the rear. A huge mango tree outside covered most of the balcony. She spent most of the monsoon season under the tree with the living room door left open. Summer, however, was different. The summer holidays were scorching and the nights were no less tormenting, but the AC had its effect and she felt comfortable. After a sumptuous dinner and chatting with her friends online for over an hour, Nikita slipped into her bed to watch her favourite thriller series 'Sherlock' on Netflix. It was almost midnight and she fel...
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The Ear-Witness

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Monday 11:00 am The drumming sound started to get louder. Then she heard the horse hoof beats rising from a dull throb to a sharp, piercing sound, and soon it synchronized with the drum beats… Nikitha started to look around in fear, she wasn’t alone on the escalator. Her heartbeat grew faster, she wasn’t prepared to hear about another tragedy… was this real? Was another strange coincidence about to unravel? She was perspiring, as another train pulled into the V Metro station and she watched in horror for something to unfold… few passengers got out and quite a few got in, and the train chugged off… she felt relieved… She then walked out of the station and there… it happened! The screeching sound of a bus braking suddenly. She closed her eyes, and in a fraction of a second- it had happened. A girl was lying in a pool of blood, as a speeding car just drove past the girl. People rushed to the scene of the accident, trying to help the victim. But she was dead. Nikitha knew, or rather expect...
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The Metro

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10.44 pm: It was the last blue line train and she hurriedly boarded it. Moments ago she was rushing out of the high-decibel party zone in the building abutting the B Metro Railway station. They had just celebrated the birthday of her best friend from college. Nikitha was alone, she was to travel to the far end of the city and was fortunate to be living close to the last Metro station on the route. Huffing and puffing after climbing almost a hundred steps, Nikitha barely got into the coach, when the doors closed. It was quite deserted, hardly about fifty people, mostly late returnees from work heading home after a tiring Monday. Most people were busy lost in their mobile phones, either listening to music with earphones plugged in, or just simply sifting through their smart phones. Nikitha sat alone at the far end of an empty row of seats and looked out of the window. The dark cloudy sky was constantly enlivened by constant flashes of lightning. A thunderstorm was brewing. As she gazed o...
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The Saree

“Mom, why are you doing this to me?” Nikitha exclaimed. Her mother was busy wrapping her daughter in the most beautiful Zardosi Saree, one she had treasured for over 3 decades. “This is my mother’s favourite saree, you are lucky to wear it today”, her mother replied. “But, Mom it’s too heavy and I am not sure I will be able to carry myself in it all day” Nikitha said. “Your Grandma was very beautiful and prettiest in this saree, today my Nikki will be the cynosure of all eyes” said her mother as she finished putting the saree pin to the blouse on her shoulder. “Wow, that’s it. Have fun and be a good girl” her mother exclaimed, as Nikitha adored herself in the mirror. Nikitha got into her car, the blazing red Polo, waved to her mother and drove to college. She was in her final year, and it was Ethnic day that day. It was the first time she was wearing a saree in her life. The earlier ethnic days were more of the North Indian ghagra choli kind of attires. Nikitha was quite an extrovert a...
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Merciless!

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Another Confession… this was a long kept secret… got to get it out now! May 2014: It was getting worse! She was getting on my nerves quite often, had to put an end to this relationship. She wouldn’t leave me easily… I had no choice! May 31, 2012: I was making a major move in my career, a move purportedly up the ladder. I had decided to take up the promotion and leave my hometown. I had to leave my family back and stay alone for at least year in my new role. Well, this story is not about my career move. It’s different. It’s about her! Just a day before I left the city for the Metropolis, she was introduced to me by a colleague. I wouldn’t deny it was love at first sight, but couldn’t express it so easily. I was cautious, just gave a few glances and let the day pass. She travelled with me in the flight, we didn’t speak. I just smiled at her, not sure if she reciprocated. But I was fine, she didn’t have to. But I kept thinking, she was gorgeous… well not the right word... demure may be. S...
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