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	<title>Shernaz Wadia</title>
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      <title>The Wedding</title>
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Shreyana hummed softly to herself. There is something about the serenity of this place that brings out one’s deepest feelings, thought Utkarsh. His mind was in forward gear now, charting out what he must do to make his friend’s honeymoon hassle free. He would request the use of Hamilton guest house. It nestled amongst sprawling tea gardens, with a fantastic view of the dam. 
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      <title>Looking Forward</title>
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It is said that of all the tools in the devil’s armoury, discouragement is the most prized and unsparingly used. It is the crowbar with which he can enter a person’s soul, the one with which he broke Judas Iscariot and continues to batter discontented, demoralized people with.  When life begins to dishearten, when setbacks threaten to entrench us in a rut, when obstacles grind us to a halt it is time to tell the devil, “I am going to face the future with élan. All your exertion will not make me a despairing pessimist. I will live zestfully, with joy and hope.” 

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      <title>Walls</title>
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Walls, often the only witnesses to gory acts, would help exonerate many an innocent victim of law. They could delight by their melodies of romance and selfless love; move hearts by sagas of great courage or sad accounts of infidelity, broken marriages and wrecked homes.  Tongue-wagging walls would wreak havoc and be bulldozed in turn.

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