Non Fiction

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Some tiny tales I had written.


1. He knew how to enter. To break the circles from the left.
    He battled hard. None a match.
    But how to get out?
    His father had left before telling the exit strategy.

   Context: Abhimanyu and the Chakrayuvh

2. 'Hang him', the crowd shouted as the mother cried.
     The boy stood motionless.
     Hardly they realized that the boy went into prison, had died a long way back
 
     Context: Juvenile imprisonment

3.He: I want to get back with my ex
   He cried a lot. He told her that the pain of separation was too much.
   Little did he know about the graver pain in the room.
   The pain of your love crying for someone else on your shoulder.

   Context:

4. The didn't know how to say what they felt.
     They were from different nations.
     Neither did their eyes speak, nor their bodies.
     Two men, one a solider, one a revolutionary, lay side by side,
     riddled with bullets.

    Context: One's revolutionary is others' terrorist.

5. He gave a fabulous speech. He looked good in a white suit.
    Unshaven, he looked tired of work, tired of convincing the voters to choose him
    He was let down by the weight of his legacy.

    Context: Rahul Gandhi.


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