Author: Manisha Mahajan

It Is Not About You

“Want to share an awesome news with you. My son has topped the University and has got admission into Stanford with a full scholarship.” “Wow! That is awesome”, they had all chorused together. Only one of them remarked,”Oh! How nice. My daughter had also topped the University last year.” ————– “My dad is in the hospital and he is critical. His lungs are not working fully. I am so lost and alone.” “Be strong. Look at me. My mother had been in the hospital for five months and she could not survive. But here I am. You will also...

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The Old Age Home

Mrs Dikshit held the manure bag in her left hand and slowly spread it evenly on the flower beds she has painstakingly readied. The saplings had been planted already. She then moved on to take out the weeds from the small grass patch. Finishing up, she went to clean herself and change. A beautiful blue cotton saree with a Paisley print was her favourite. It had been gifted to her by her son when he had got his first salary. This was something that she cherished. Putting her silver-grey hair into a nice bun, she put on her trademark...

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Life in Gurgaon-Part V

My lane had about fifty houses and in a periphery of about two hundred odd rambling structures, there was only one famous figure whom everyone used to call Mataji.I could never judge her age, for the entire span of ten years that I had stayed there she had looked the same. Beautifully etched features, tall with an air of confidence, she was the go-to person if one needed advice or wanted to sit with a cup of tea and listen to the neighbourhood gossip. I was very amused at first at the control that this lady had over her...

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Life In Gurgaon -Part IV

Too much of my ranting so today I will tell you about New Colony,though there was nothing new to it. This area was supposed to be one the better ones. The houses were large and the roads wide. Though many of the houses had been constructed about fifty years ago,yet they looked good. So many were rebuilding their houses to accommodate their sons’ families post marriage or to accommodate larger families of brothers. Many famous doctors and dentists resided here. The colony had a very small market,which had two landmarks,Kishu di hatti and Mangle di kulfi. The sweet shop...

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Life in Gurgaon-Part III

I was slowly trying to find my feet, both in the city and in my married life.Having got married in June, I was now into August, which was a very stressful time as I had lost my father just two years back and this would be the first time that I would be without my family. The tears flowed freely and the emotions were raw. Never had I imagined that life would be so different after marriage. Gone were the carefree days when chores were done out of choice. Now everything had to be managed and there had to...

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Life in Gurgaon-Part II

The first month came and went and I felt more like a househelp,rather than a newly married woman. All the stardust had vanished and by now,the henna had bled to a dirty yellow. I was trying to master the art of tying a sari on my own,to go to the umpteen lunches and dinners,which were just an overload of plastic smiles and oily food. Travelling back from Delhi from them was a nightmare on a two wheeler. The buses were interstate back then and some of them,like the famous Kamal transport had people from the neighbouring villages,who had never...

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