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Kritika Duggal

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11 articles · Joined Aug 27, 2026

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the summer I worked at a Photo Studio

the summer I  worked at a Photo Studio

In 11th class summer vacation, I had nothing to do. My uncle knew a guy who had a small photo studio near Lower Bazaar in Shimla. He needed someone to just sit in the evenings and handle printouts.

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the grandfather story

the grandfather story

Unconditional Love and Security: Grandfathers offer love without the daily pressures of parenting. This makes children feel safe and valued.Sharing Wisdom and History: They share stories about the past. This helps children learn about their family roots, culture, and heritage.

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momo

momo

story about a college student visiting a local momo stall on a Tuesday, finding out they were sold out, and sharing a plate of momos with a stranger by the side of the road. The expanded narrative details the long, tiring day leading up to the visit, the anxiety of waiting in a short queue, the disappointment of hearing the food was finished, and the silent, unspoken camaraderie of sharing the final portion with another hungry stranger.

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my ride

my ride

The other memory took place on a bumpy ride back from Solan to Shimla inside one of those old, blue local buses. I had managed to snag a window seat in the very back row, which is always just a long bench where five strangers are crammed tightly together.

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power cut

power cut

The power cut happened on a freezing January night last year, the kind of night in Shimla where a light dusting of snow is all it takes to plunge the entire lane into total darkness. By 9:00 PM, the electricity was completely gone

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shimla

shimla

The evening was fading fast when I set out from Shimla to Sanjauli. It was already 5:30 PM, and the winter dusk was settling heavily over the hills. Expecting a quick one-hour turnaround just to return a book to a friend, I made the foolish decision to leave my heavy jacket behind, opting for just a simple hoodie.

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When I Thought I Would Fail in MarketingI never liked Marketing as a subject.

When I Thought I Would Fail in MarketingI never liked Marketing as a subject.

Before my exam in Baddi, I was stressed. My friend told me to try Meta AI. I clicked a blurry photo of Page 118. In 2 seconds, it explained it in easy points - Segmentation means dividing market, Targeting means choosing best group. I understood instead of mugg

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the courage to ask for help

the courage to ask for help

Old Belief: The author used to think that true independence meant handling every problem alone and that asking for help showed weakness.The Turning Point: After struggling for days with repeat mistakes on an important task, the author finally called an experienced friend.

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important lesson

important lesson

The author learns that the smallest acts of kindness can make the biggest impact after stopping to help a worried elderly man stranded outside a shop with a broken phone. Instead of walking awayafter letting the man use their phone to call his son, the author decides to stay and talk with him for fifteen minutes until his son arrives. During their conversation, the man shares reflections on his life and leaves the author with a powerful reminder: “Sometimes, a person does not need a solution.

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Tuesday afternoon

Tuesday afternoon

This poignant narrative is a deeply moving exploration of grief, memory, and the physical legacy of a lost loved one.Set in a dusty garage three weeks after a grandfather's funeral, the narrator is sorting through boxes when they discover a pair of his old, worn leather work gloves tucked away in a red toolbox. The grandfather, described as someone who stubbornly believedeverything broken had a second act, left behind gloves that were permanently molded to the shape of his hands and the tools he

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The Day I Finally Understood My Mother

The Day I Finally Understood My Mother

This story describes a young person who learns to stop judging their mother after discovering the hidden sacrifices and worries behind her strict rules.Children often see only the limits parents set, missing the hidden sacrifices behind them.People judge friends, teachers, and strangers too quickly without knowing their real stories.

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