The street belonged to another flag. It announced itself quietly, without hostility, through signboards that curved their letters differently and uniforms that carried their authority with casual ease. Bharati stood at the edge of it, just where the shade from the building thinned and the light sharpened, and watched the children play. Their game required no permission. It made its own rules, revised them mid-movement, forgot them altogether when laughter intervened. Dust rose around their ankles and settled again, indifferent to borders…

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This story is a part of the book “Lives Between the Dates“, my first printed collection of short stories, bringing together twenty well thought moments from twenty well known lives across twenty Indian cities. These stories do not revisit achievement. They enter the quieter hours around it. The hesitation before action. The doubt behind conviction.

Rooted in real places and shaped by history, this collection gathers the unrecorded moments that define a life more truthfully than any monument.

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If you have found something here that stayed with you, some of my other books are now available in print and digital editions. They gather longer journeys, quieter questions, and stories that continue beyond this page.