The Routine

 

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“Bye!” she called to her fifth floor neighbour with a bright smile as she stepped out of the elevator.

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Death

Death. Even just the word gives you the shivers, doesn’t it? Death, on which many, many poems have been composed, thousands of essays written, tons of metaphors invented. Death, the great equalizer, the leveler, in the face of which the kings, so also the beggars, are equal. Death, which the three Peverell brothers wanted to thwart. Death, which was Voldemort’s greatest fear. Death, which lurks around the corner. Death, which comes as a surprise to some, while others go to meet him. Yet, no matter how much is said and written about death, there’s always something to be added, someone else’s views to be noted, someone’s story to be heard.

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A Summer Romance

It started, as it usually does, with a trip.  The thing with these romances is, that you can clearly remember the first moment you saw that person. So do I.

I was in a bus with a bunch of others, most of who were affected by motion sickness. I was passing my time trying to rouse people enough to play some sort of a game when, out of the blue, a hand appeared in my field of vision.

“Hi. Neel.” He smiled and introduced himself.

I was captivated.

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