Author: W.R. Anbu Mathika

I am not me. I am not original. I am a mixture of a lot of things. I am like the gentle breeze. Like the tranquilityand suspense of the calm ocean. Like the orange-red colour of a hot iron rod. Like the freshness of the first drizzle of the August month. Like a small toddler with gleaming eyes who says, " I will be a writer one day". Like someone who believes that " The pen is mightier than the sword".
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Nov 17

Mother

“ Ma! A little kajal and some eyeshadow is what I need now.  ” He said to his blind mother. It was her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

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This is a true story about how an acid attack victim has survived inspite of all the tough times she had to go through and how she eventually has found a reason to live. She chose to fight unlike other victims like her who were discouraged by families or were reluctant to come out of…

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This story is about how long distance relationships can work and what is really needed is only mutual trust and patience.    The train had stopped at the Nagpur station. She had very clear memories of spending some precious minutes with him. It had been six long years. It was a very long time period…

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  Once upon a time there lived four cows in a small village. They were called Eagy, Chity, Voly and Tory. All of them lived in the shed of Mr. Yeti. He used to bring fresh hay for them daily from his nearby farms from far down the road of the village. He loved Tory…

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This story is based on a true tale about a fashion designer who walked a different path in choosing models. Recently, she chose a domestic worker as a model for her collection of apparel. It was a way of empowering women for her compared to those fashion designers who opt for models who are fashionable…

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This story is about the increasing number of cases of child abuse and sexual assault nowadays. The main culprits in most of the cases are known people. So working parents should be aware of such things and give time to their kids.  _______________________________________ That day was a normal day. Many children were running back from…

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Feb 26

Losing her

I remember the small cute stickers of different animals and smileys she had given me when we were in the seventh grade. I found them in my wallet a few minutes ago. My table was in a mess. It was overflowing with garbage. My room stinked like anything. I was clearing my wallet and getting…

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This story is about Narcissus, a man who fell in love with his own reflection and later died because he couldn't find the love of his life which was his own reflection only.    Echo was a mountain nymph who lived on the Mount Kithairon. She was a beautiful voluptuous woman with the perfect body…

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Feb 25

Nostalgia

My hair was set loose to move with the wind. I was sitting in the bus with my head out of the window. It had been six years since I had visited my hometown. The rivers were calling me to immerse myself into their clear and sweet waters. The cool breeze was tantalizing. The AccuWeather…

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Based on a true incident Female genital mutilation is a very sensitive social issue which violates the human rights reserved for woman. It is also practiced in India in some parts of Maharashtra. This story is about Waris Dirie who is a victim of FGM and how she fights all the odds to become a…