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The Journal #4

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I’ve been on the road for roughly four weeks now, and I’ve learned just one little thing. Travelling, especially solo, is like playing a role-playing game. You have a backpack with limited space, an initial inventory of items, a couple of quests, and so on.

The Journal #3

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When I packed my bag for Bangalore almost two weeks ago, I put a T-shirt too many in it. There are reasons I didn’t want to be in my hometown. At that moment, the reasons felt overwhelming. So, I put my entire solid-tee-ensemble in my slightly smaller backpack.

A Commotion On The Bus

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The bus had just started to cross Gurgaon. I sat on a seat by the window near the front exit of the bus. The harsh sunlight coming in through the window didn’t add to the comfort. The conductor stood near the door wearing a well-worn flat cap, his shaved head and the soft stubble of white hair showed peeked right below the side. His face was covered in a stubble too. Traffic made the bus slow...

The Journal #2

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We’re all stories. We’re all the things we tell others. But, we’re also the things we leave out. I’ve learned that recently. I feel that is the problem when you think and believe people are the stories they tell.

The Journal #1

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I have a confession to make. I disappeared for four days last month. I’d wanted to do that for a while, and so, I did it. I finally up and left, turned all internet access off, made myself unreachable, and escaped into the hills.

The Journal #0

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I guess I am too young to say that life is overwhelming, but I’ll say it anyway. I, also accept that I am too privileged to say the same. It is arrogant on my part to claim I know what I’m doing when I write phoney posts on self-discipline or when I give disguised tutorials on how to live life.

The Five-Petaled Flower

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One morning many winters ago, I decided to take a walk along a narrow path on a hilltop far away from home. It was cold, but the sun that had just begun to colour everything golden was endearing enough for me to walk up to the edge of the hill briskly. As I sat there, I noticed a five-petaled flower. A lot of grass surrounded the flower. The green spread across the hill only provided a spotlight...

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Café

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Let me tell you the story of a café. It is located right in the centre of the town where nothing ever happens. Strong masonry, wooden tables, logs, simple yet spectacularly cosy, casual yet oddly fancy. If you spend ten minutes inside, you’d feel like you were inside your favourite book or movie. That is if you have a thing for subtleties in the art you consume.

Learning through experience and error

About The Content

There are two kinds of blog posts here as of mid-2018 – The Journal and The Words.

The Journals are thoughts, lessons, events that unfold in my life word-for-word and as barebones as I can put them out there.

The Words are creative pieces, narratives, short-stories that take from my life but did not happen word-for-word.

You can read more about this change here.

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Deepansh Khurana

Blogger and writer from Dehradun, India. I'd say I love coffee but don't we all? I find stories, people and experiences. I blog about them.

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