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chapter 1 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. Believe it, moron. He’s not coming. Night in a stranded bus stand never bode well for anyone. I wondered if I should call, then decided against it. How was I going to call anyway? I didn’t have his number, and I didn’t know if he was even in the town. Fog had started swirling in, and I sat down on the cold metal bench of the bus station, waiting again. I was fifteen, but I felt so ageless. I didn’t mind waiting much, usually, but this had been.
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Blood Cure- part 2 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. Blood Cure- part 2. PART 2- The Craving. He dragged his bicycle reluctantly homeward, wheels scraping against the tarmac, chain rattling at the sides. Night was falling. Already the sun was low; he could see its darkening plumes through the canopy of trees at the end of the sidewalk. A few neighbors were out, watering plants despite being told to conserve water; the heat of the summer was getting on every one’s nerves. He did not want to go home.
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Blood Cure 5 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. He didn’t care. He didn’t care what was going on. Why was Papa holding on to him like that? Why was Papa yelling at everyone else, waving his hands, Emil pushed tightly against his body? Was Papa protecting him from someone? Mama was lying, so white, so coldthe room was a hell of medicines and tubes and beeping machinesand outside it was hell too, Papa screaming at everyone, holding him close. Don’t scream at them, Papa. I’m the villain. He kno...
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chapter 3 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. 3 Every Girl has Boy Troubles. Damet hadn’t changed since last year. And I definitely wasn’t going to get used to a curfew time or going to school or whatever else the Roy’s wanted me to do. But maybe, just for a few days, I wanted someone to take care of me. You won’t catch me now. I wasn’t technically a child anymore, but try telling that to them. I nearly smiled, and lugged my guitar and my bag behind me as I walked to the taxi stand. I snap...
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all my headers | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. Since we’re celebrating the blog’s b’day, I thought I’d just put on all the headers i’ve used on this over the months…bcoz i’m crazy that way….at least here are all the ones i can find. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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chapter 2 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. The school never stops impressing me’, said Priya as the car finally turned into the school’s long driveway. ‘, It’s done so artistically’. I sighed. ‘Finally, we. Amy poked her head out of the window, the wind blowing her hair all about her face. I did the same on my side of the car, wanting to get a proper look at the place after two long months of vacation. I groaned loudly at him. ‘Dad, come on’. What, it’s true’. Looking back at the lake, ...
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Fiction/ My books | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. Here are my fictional works! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. HI, eve...
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Chapter 4 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. 4 A Little Bit of Gallivanting Never Hurts. Two days later (two thankfully Pavan-less days), Anita and Mukesh sprang the news that almost made me grab my bags and run, again. Saaya, you’re going back to school’. School. I did not want to go to school. I didn’t want to go to. Let alone remedial ones. What’s going to come out of it? I’ll just fail everything’. You won’t. You’re good at Math, and at English. Science we’ll manage somehow-’. I don’t...
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Blood Cure- the end | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. Blood Cure- the end. Jonah shrugged, smiling. I just know.’ Emil stirred a little. Right here, baby’. He opened his eyes, tired blue eyes, wary already. His eyes flickered to Jonah. VVampire’ he said, looking at me, frowning. ‘,Papa, vampire’. I’m good, Emil’ said Jonah, mussing his hair. Emil’s eyes were confused. He shook his head. Vampire’ he said firmly. Could I talk to him? I looked at him. He was pleading. He wanted this. I didn’t stop him.
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Blood Cure 3 | Varsha Dinesh|Writer
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On fiction, on life and everything mundane by Varsha Dinesh. PART 3 The Cure. It was such a relief to hear Papa trying to break down his door. He had come to when the house began to shake with Papa’s repeated banging. He rubbed his eyes, and forced himself out of the bed, moving to the door like a sleepwalker. I’m coming, Papa’. Emil, baby, are you okay? He pushed away the barriers obstructing the door and flew into his father’s arms. It was not a note of relief or a question. Are we going there now?