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Dear Vera,
Arsch Sharma

It was the end of the world - again. The moon had just risen over the mountain. It was a cold winter  moon that was sweating the sky an eerie Prussian blue. The light poured into my bedside window:  over the nightstand, swirling along the silver rim of my bedside tumbler.

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Paranoia
Sneha Narayan

Lately, whatever she did, Arya could not shake off this strange feeling. She stared at the shadows and headlights on her ceiling while her husband snored beside her. She got out of bed, walked to the window, and peered into her backyard, looking for a sign – anyone, anything.

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Lilith’s Apple
Prima Pradeep

That night, the sky was full of stars but no moon. Leon tapped against the railing of the balcony gently, the uneasy pit growing in his stomach as the fragrant cold breeze that carried the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine rose a trail of goosebumps on his skin. Who knew that a text from an unknown number that said

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Fortuitous Changes
Ruth Fernandes​

Just as she stood there, fully drenched in rain, Maya did not know what came over her. Suddenly filled with a firm resolve, she fished out her phone from the pocket of her drenched denim, dialled a number and uttered three words, 

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Saudade
Prima Pradeep​

Just as she stood there, fully drenched in the rain, Maya did not know what came over her. She should have been used to it by now. She had faced this over a million times.

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Decoupling 
Pritika Rao

78 wasn’t very different from 77, he found himself thinking as he sat alone in the room, the day after his birthday. He had woken up each morning, as if he were surprised to be alive - counting the days 

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End Game
Samyukta Vibhu

78 wasn't very different from 77, he found himself thinking, as he sat alone in the room, the day after his birthday. He barely knew what to do with his Tuesdays anymore. The lilies on the windowsill were wilting.

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The Bright Side
Naomi Nair

She’d thought about this moment, imagined it, for years, but she’d never expected what happened, or rather what would happen, when she came home to share the most joyous, happiest news of her life.