Category: stories
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The Noise…
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Rob could hear the air singing in his ears and for a fleeting moment he was transported to the chorus of musicals in the Broadway theater…
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The Lost World…
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I remember, when I used to walk miles. Knew people all over the town. And we spent evenings, chit chatting about our daily routine, and family affairs. Everybody knew every body back then. We lived in our own nests of love, yet, mistake us not, we just ensured we helped each other in times of…
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The Scenery
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The pebbles on the road scattered as his bare feet scrunched the earth beneath. A white dhoti (It is a traditional men’s garment worn in India. It is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 4.5 metres long, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist, resembling a long skirt.),…