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Across the Corridors of Time

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  Maneesh had been living in Dubai for three years, quietly and purposefully. An introvert by nature, he had built his life around routine and responsibility. Far from the buzzing social life of the city, he found solace in his work, evenings alone, and the occasional phone call back home to Kerala. The silence of bachelorhood suited him—mostly because it left no space for the echoes of his past. His college years in Kerala were brightened by a long and deep relationship with Diya, a bond that had felt eternal until life took them down separate paths. It wasn’t an ugly ending, just a necessary one—dreams, family decisions, and opportunities pulling them apart. It had taken him years to fully let go, years spent burying himself in work, thousands of miles away. But time, as it always does, moved on. After three years in Dubai, Maneesh returned to Kerala—not to revisit the past, but to start a new chapter. He got married to Anju, a gentle and thoughtful woman chosen through his f...
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Sandstorms and Skyscrapers

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  The Arrival The first thing that hit Arjun as he stepped off the Emirates flight was the dry, warm breeze curling in through the jet bridge — a stark contrast to the sticky humidity of Kochi he had left behind just hours ago. His ears still buzzed slightly from the cabin pressure, but his eyes were wide open, soaking in everything — the sleek architecture of Dubai International Airport’s Terminal 3 , the polished floors that reflected overhead lights, the hum of dozens of different languages blending into a low, busy symphony. His heart beat faster. This is it, he thought. My new life begins now. Dressed in a checked shirt, jeans, and sneakers that had seen better days, Arjun clutched his worn-out suitcase — stuffed with clothes, a laptop, and a steel tiffin box full of homemade snacks. He felt like a small dot in a massive, moving universe of people. There were men in suits rushing past, women in abayas moving gracefully, airport staff in every direction — all so organiz...
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Last Flight Home

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It was just past 8 PM at the ever-bustling Dubai International Airport. Amid the noise of rolling trolleys, muffled flight announcements, and the hum of lives in motion, Aji stepped out of the taxi. He clutched his handbag a little tighter than usual and stood still for a moment, watching the crowd swirl around him. Then he exhaled and slowly began to walk toward the check-in counter. This trip wasn’t scheduled on a calendar or marked with reminders. It was one of those heart-pulled decisions. Aji’s wife had gently insisted, “Please be there when we come back… the kids will be happy.” She had taken them home early for school vacation. He had resisted, arguing about work and logistics, but in the silence of the apartment, her voice echoed more loudly than the reasons not to go. So here he was—with a last-minute ticket to Mangalore. Kannur was fully booked. He'd have to take a train from Mangalore in the morning. Not ideal. But Aji was always the kind of man who figured it out. ...
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A Love Beyond Borders

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A Silent Love That Spoke Volumes Jithu, 21, was a quiet soul with a heart full of dreams. Hailing from a modest middle-class family in Kerala, he had always been the boy who spoke softly but carried the weight of his aspirations with quiet determination. His world was simple—studies, family, and the occasional cricket match with friends—until  she  walked into his life. Jina. Bright, vivacious, and effortlessly radiant, Jina had been his college mate since their undergrad days. She was the kind of person who could turn the dullest lecture hall into a place of warmth with just her laughter. And somehow, without either of them realizing it, she became the light in Jithu’s otherwise ordinary days. Their bond was unspoken, built on shared glances, stolen smiles, and the comfort of silence. Every lunch break, Jina would pack extra food—just for him. Jithu, in turn, never forgot to bring her favourite tea biscuits during exams. They never said the words  "I love you," ...
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Never-Fading Memories

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It was the early 2000s in Kerala, a time when life moved at a slower pace, and dreams were woven with simplicity and hope. Nishanth, a middle-class boy from a small town, had just secured admission to a government college for his graduation. For Nishanth, this was not just a step toward higher education but also a gateway to a world of new experiences, friendships, and possibilities.   The campus was vibrant, filled with students from diverse backgrounds. Nishanth, with his humble demeanor and quiet confidence, quickly made friends—both boys and girls. Among them was Reshma, a girl with a radiant smile and a kind heart. She was one of his classmates, and though they didn’t interact much in the beginning, Nishanth couldn’t help but notice her warmth and sincerity.   The first year of college flew by in a blur of lectures, assignments, and campus festivities. Nishanth enjoyed every moment, but it was during the exam season that he first felt a subtle shift in his relat...
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അവന്റെ ലോകം

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ജോലി തിരക്ക് അല്പം ഒന്നു കുറഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ വെറുതെ സമയം കൊല്ലാനായി കയറിയതായിരുന്നു FB യിൽ.   പൂർണമായും ഇതിനു അടിമ ആകും എന്ന് തോന്നിയപ്പോൾ ആയിരുന്നു മൊബൈലിൽ നിന്നും FB യെ പൂർണമായും ഒഴിവാക്കിയത് , ഇപ്പോൾ ഇങ്ങനെ വല്ലപ്പോഴും ഓഫീസിലെ സിസ്റ്റത്തിൽ നിന്ന് മാത്രം . അത് കൊണ്ട് തന്നെ വൈകീട് വീട്ടിൽ എത്തിയാൽ മോളുടെ കൂടെ ചിലവിടാൻ അല്പം സമയം കൂടുതൽ കിട്ടുന്നു..   തിരഞ്ഞെടുപ്പും റാഫേലും കണ്ണൂർ രാഷ്ട്രീയവും തിങ്ങി നിറഞ്ഞ എന്റെ വാളിലൂടെ സ്ക്രോൾ ചെയ്തു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുമ്പോഴതാ മെസ്സേജ് ബോക്സിൽ ഒരു 'ഹായ് , ഹൌ ആർ യൂ '. നോക്കിയപ്പോൾ ജിത്തു,   ഇവന് ഇതെന്തു പറ്റി, പതിവില്ലാത്ത ഒരു ഔപചാരികത . ചാറ്റിങ് ഓഫ് ആക്കിയിട്ടും ഇവനിതെങ്ങനെ മനസ്സിലായി ഞാൻ ഓൺലൈൻ ഉണ്ടെന്നു ? എന്നിങ്ങനെ ചിന്തിച്ച് 'എന്താടെയ് ' എന്ന് ഞാനും മറുവടി കൊടുത്തു..   ഒരു അത്യാവശ്യം ഉണ്ടെന്നും, എപ്പോഴാ ഒന്ന് കാണാൻ ഫ്രീ ആവുക എന്ന് ചോദിച്ചപ്പോളേക്കും അതാ വിളിക്കുന്നു അക്കൗണ്ട്സിലെ രവി, എടുക്കാതിരുന്നാൽ പുള്ളി ക്യാബിനിലേക് വരും പിന്നെ പണി ഇരട്ടി ആകും.  രവിയുടെ ഫോൺ എടുത്ത് മറുപടി കൊടുത്തപ്പോഴേക്കും ജിത്തു വിനെ മറന്നു...
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Sorry Dear !!!!

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 I know, the support I got from you, when I was struggled !    I know, the support I got from you, when I was alone !     I know, I cant really return it.     I know, you never expected any thing while supporting me !     I know, what ever I earned today , all because of you !     You know, still I remember those tears in your eyes only because of me !     You know, still am saying sorry to it !     I know, you will not see these words because I know, am not in your mind !!!!
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