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Tiny Story: Jaliawala Bagh

She had run to the park like a crazy woman where Britishers had opened fire on a peaceful gathering. “But surely, they would spare a four-year old”, she had thought.

Now she stood petrified, looking with glazed eyes at the mountains of dead bodies and wondering which one search first.

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Tiny Story: The Reason

After the divorce was finalised, she posted the picture of a gold hair clip on FB with the message, “Why I divorced him? Found this in his pocket. It isn’t mine! He refused to tell me whose it is. 😡”

He commented, “It is yours. Bought it for your birthday. Good riddance though! 😜”

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History: Sati

Stirred by the burning sensation, she had come back from her grief-filled fog. She realised her clothes were dripping with oil; and she was burning on her dead husband’s pyre.

She tried to escape but her relatives pushed her back in until she stopped moving, all on the pretext of reuniting her with her husband.

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Tiny Story: After

The loneliness had become too much. Every one told him that he should move to a new city and start over again. He could, then, meet new people, and may be, even find love again…

He looked at his children: five and eight. Would they mind moving? Of course, they would! Their lives were here with their grandparents, their school and friends. He couldn’t uproot them at a whim!

He couldn’t hurt them, so he let the memories hurt him.

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Tiny Story: New Beginning

People were beginning to give me funny looks. I couldn’t stand outside any longer and opened the door. It felt like accepting defeat… as if I am a traitor. But after so many years of disappointments and heartbreaks, I had run out of options.

So, I entered the saloon and requested them to shave off my nearly non-existent hair.

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Not worth it

The longing…

The wait…

The disappointment…

The hurt…

The pain…

Now I know,

You were never worth it.

Persevere

Being happy is more important than being right.  Being right is overrated.  I have spent too much time arguing, trying to prove that I was right about a certain topic.  Most of the time it was issues or facts that just didn’t matter.  I tied my self-worth to being right and felt insecure if I was wrong.

What’s my advice?  Let it slide!  Learn to pick your battles.  Fight for the things that are truly important.  Agree to disagree on the minor things and move on.  It’s not worth the aggravation.

Have a great day!

-Dan

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A Recipe to Happiness

In a world where people complain about never finding true friends, I have been blessed with too many to count. Every city I have been to had someone I could love and trust completely.

Yes, I risked trusting too many–sometimes it backfired; sometimes it paid off.

I could have sat inside my comfort zone licking my wounds, but I preferred putting my heart out there so that I would never be alone again.

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Tiny Story: The Miracle Cure

I had a frustrating day at work. I was worried about timelines, office politics and impending performance appraisal.

When I returned home, my tiny daughter ran up to greet me. Once in my arms, she cupped my cheeks in her little palms. Looking in my eyes, she said, “Mommy! I love you!” She kissed me and ran back to her dolls.

She left me smiling from ear to ear…