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System, routine and pocket money
For every act of mischief I made back home, dad set up a clever booby trap with which to straighten me...
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The yellow raincoat and those grey eyes
“I like walking in the rain,” she said, as she stretched her hands out to catch...
Asleep
I am anxious about the huge fall I am about to make....
A visit from an angel
She was wearing an extraordinarily beautiful white frock, and it was fluttering in the cool summer...
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Crazy writer, curious reader
You smile. Some of you even laugh at the absurdity of my writing. “What a beginning!” you muse. You can smile, you can laugh, you can even scream. You can do whatever you...
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Forsaken innocence
Before Ravi could make sense of things, the man pounded upon him; a slap, and two, and three, resounded as his hands came down on Ravi's thin, delicate...
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Revenge
A buzz of retaliation had been instilled in him that very day; about 10 years ago. Retaliation against the King, retaliation against all those who’d vowed to back Baba when the time came....
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Tunes without a purpose
You might end up living a wonderful life, full of happiness and satisfaction, without even knowing your purpose in life. Will you be dissatisfied...
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THE MONK AND THE YETI
Soon, it began to grow dark and the cold mountains reared their heads from the darkness like frozen monsters. Pemba pulled his clothes around him and kept on peeping through the...
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Ten past six
Garden pitch wasn’t even a pitch. It was an open space with incongruous boulders and rocks. And what was ‘ten past six’...
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Kathmandu! What have they done to you?
Minnesota’s temperature is 90 degree Fahrenheit....
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A curse from the Balkans
He was afraid of going to sleep. Every time he did so, he dreamt the same dream, a recurring nightmare, in which snakes came slithering out of eerie tombstones only to find and chase...
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Silent tears
My eyes grew moist, and the tears streamed from my eyes, down my cheeks and chin first, and then to the cruel surface where tears have no worth at...
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Angel in the city
There was no fog, but the air was chilly. Dew had just started to settle on the grass. The street was almost...
