ReflectionsOfPratibha
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Lights. Laughter. Love.
Durga Puja. Every year, these two words transport me back to the cherished memories of my childhood in Jagdishpur. There’s something about the places where we grow up—they become a part of us, forever etched in our hearts. Jagdishpur, a… Continue reading
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The Dolphin Show…
I, dressed in cotton clothes, wearing a damp suit over it, standing waist deep in water, alone and the announcement echoed, ‘Due to lightning we are cancelling the Dolphin show.’ And this even before it started! Few trips become lifelong… Continue reading
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An encounter with Tiger…
For the 1st time, I was entering deep into the Jungle. Suddenly, the guide yelled, from that side! I couldn’t round up my head on what was happening.And then my husband told me, “You are going to witness one of… Continue reading
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I used to bleat like a goat and say “Meinnnn!”
Every festival has its rituals and for us, Makar Sankranti was about sacrificing a goat. My brother would do the sacrificing and I had to bleat like a goat and say “Meinnnn!” Though this goat was made up of sesame… Continue reading
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What’s in a restaurant’s name?
But if I tell you that a restaurant name led me to meet my hostel friends after 22 years, and the chat went on for 12 hours straight (7:30pm – 7:30am), would you believe it? Yes, a crazy story! When I joined… Continue reading
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A Heartfelt Thank You…
Year – 2006. Couldn’t believe it! I read that email again and then one more time. But yes, I was reading it right… In the recent job interview I gave, the person who was going to be my boss was… Continue reading
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21 years ago, I hid something from my mom…
21 years ago, I hid something from my mom.After a few months, she found out.But what followed afterward, shook me to the core… It was the month of August and I was in class 4th. I had started disliking Maths… Continue reading
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Girl hitting a Six…
Early 90s it was. Two teams of 12-13 year olds were playing cricket in school. One of them hit the ball and it went straight for the boundary. But something was different. They were all girls! When I was transferred… Continue reading
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A 13 year old year girl…
Long back, I, a 13-year-old with twelve other younger kids was stranded outside a deserted school.Our private bus didn’t reach the school to pick us up. Our homes were 30km away. Panic started to build like a serpent in my gut.And then… Continue reading
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My Alma Mater – Kendriya Vidyalaya
My father’s bank job and the frequent transfers that came along with it made it impossible for us to stay in one place. It was a boon in disguise as that’s how I got admission in the school which laid… Continue reading
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