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।। ।। ।। Summary. 1. I kill them daily,one by one, Thankgod, my dreams don't lodge police complaint against me. 2. There is nothing left in my gard

।। ।। ।। Summary. 1. I kill them daily,one by one, Thankgod, my dreams don't lodge police complaint against me. 2. There is nothing left in my gard

Swathi Praveen

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The last mistake /Captioned/ The last mistake Sara was working home maker, who after long years of service, she had to go on project tour to nainital, for she was worki

The last mistake /Captioned/ The last mistake Sara was working home maker, who after long years of service, she had to go on project tour to nainital, for she was worki

Prita

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Taking an alternative route , Towards your goal , Doesn't mean that you have given up ! The body can bear a fracture in your bone, But its extremely difficult to even bear a minor fracture in your hope, your mental strength, yo

Taking an alternative route , Towards your goal , Doesn't mean that you have given up ! The body can bear a fracture in your bone, But its extremely difficult to even bear a minor fracture in your hope, your mental strength, yo

Major Mystique

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The end is not at the mercy of the waves and the bubbling water but at the readiness of your soul. Either you fall into the lapis wafture or you break out of the illusion. (Complete prose in caption) The water gurgles in wrath down the ragged boulders, blinding white. It splashes down the cleft in triumph as with the cascading water casca

The end is not at the mercy of the waves and the bubbling water but at the readiness of your soul. Either you fall into the lapis wafture or you break out of the illusion. (Complete prose in caption) The water gurgles in wrath down the ragged boulders, blinding white. It splashes down the cleft in triumph as with the cascading water casca

Hari Varma

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THE MISERABLE NIGHT! - SHORT STORY I woke up still tired in a lodge as though someone shook me violently holding my neck. A really bad dream. For a few seconds I could not place where I am. But I could register soon enough that I am in Bhuj, Kutch on an official tour. With great difficulty I tried to focus my eyes. I still felt a little disoriented. It was dark inside and outside of the room. It is already night! I could barely see a picture Calendar and a Clock on the whitewashed wall. It is the month of May in 1986. And to my utter shock of this lifetime, the clock showed 10hrs 11min. It is already past 10! And my bus, which is supposed to be the last bus, was at 10! Now there is a genuine reason to panic. (Read more in Caption) THE MISERABLE NIGHT! - SHORT STORY I woke up still tired in a lodge as though someone shook me violently holding my neck. A really bad drea

THE MISERABLE NIGHT! - SHORT STORY I woke up still tired in a lodge as though someone shook me violently holding my neck. A really bad dream. For a few seconds I could not place where I am. But I could register soon enough that I am in Bhuj, Kutch on an official tour. With great difficulty I tried to focus my eyes. I still felt a little disoriented. It was dark inside and outside of the room. It is already night! I could barely see a picture Calendar and a Clock on the whitewashed wall. It is the month of May in 1986. And to my utter shock of this lifetime, the clock showed 10hrs 11min. It is already past 10! And my bus, which is supposed to be the last bus, was at 10! Now there is a genuine reason to panic. (Read more in Caption) THE MISERABLE NIGHT! - SHORT STORY I woke up still tired in a lodge as though someone shook me violently holding my neck. A really bad drea

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Second slice: A photograph I'm having photographs for lunch. But they're stuck between the platter of the plastic sleeves of album. They've lost their original colour.

Second slice: A photograph I'm having photographs for lunch. But they're stuck between the platter of the plastic sleeves of album. They've lost their original colour.