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Author: Divya Saksena Browning rose to his feet as he smiled back, looking down first at the inscription, now almost clear of dust, then regretfully at his ruined handkerchief. “I’m Father Antony, of St James.” “James Browning.” The priest’s dark eyes darted a quick glance sideways at the gravestone then at his face. “Ah, I see! A relation?” “Mama...I mean, my mother…” en.wikipedia.org “I understand. But this is your first visit? Browning’s lips twisted. “Not really. The first time was when…” “Yes, yes, of course. May I help in any way?” “I’m almost done. It’s much cleaner than I expected. Do you maintain all the graves here? I’m impressed!” “We do what we can. Actually, you should thank your friends who come every year and clean it up.” Browning looked puzzled, as well he might. “My friends?” “Yes, indeed. A lady and her two sons. They’ve been coming every Christmas for quite a few years now. Earlier her husband used to come too, but the last couple of y...

Author: Divya Saksena en.wikipedia.org Browning bent his head to his task, methodically scrubbing the gravestone with his handkerchief that he had wetted at a garden water-tap. The sun beat down, its searing rays finding their way through the spotty shade of the few trees clustered in the small churchyard of St James’ Church, Kashmere Gate. It was the first church built by the British in Delhi, and had suffered much during the War of 1857. Numerous monuments to the richer members of the British community stood crumbling among overgrown patches of dry grass. Surprisingly, compared to the other graves, this stone and the space around it was relatively clear of the weeds and thorny plants that sprang up so willingly in the humid Indian pre-monsoon weather. As each letter of the inscription emerged from the protective obscurity of dust, the splintered shards of memory began whirling through his mind.              ...

Author: Amy Hofstadter Today I was sitting on the system studying when a wave of sleep surrounded me. Forced by it I went to bed. And I saw I am a teenager again, and just as in this lifetime I am very naughty going to all places I am not supposed to go. And added as icing on the cake, I have a twin brother (just-like-me in nature) and he is also my best friend. In this lifetime he is a very good friend and my mentor. I live on some planet like Earth (or maybe Earth itself), It has much more water than what it has now and our small country gets people from other countries coming and going through small ships. So in the dream I somehow in a lazy afternoon, go on top of a secluded building, I love going there as I love to see the horizon. Today I am alone, on that top building, there is an isolated system (it is a discarded Apache server, left there by someone, and is still in working condition, I and my brother have been trying to hack into it. Today I am alone, and somehow ther...

Author: Dunija Rothschild Ranju and Rajeev had recently got married after a courtship of six months. They were very happy, God had been very kind to them. Ranju, a middle class girl from Mathura, tall, beautiful, and very fond of dressing. She had come to Delhi in search for better career avenues.  Rajeev an IIT graduate, young entrepreneur, all for make in India movement. The two were very different and yet the day Ranju went to Rajeev's firm for the interview, the two clicked instantly. Six months were like heaven for two and despite their cultural background difference, families had no resistance and they were married in an Arya Samaj Mandir. After marriage both went to Vrindavan to pay Homage to Lord Krishna, after all Ranju had great faith in him. Life after marriage was usual, they had rough times and good times. They had fights and love. It was a roller coaster ride, but they enjoyed every bit of it because they loved each other.  And then one day Ranju c...