Since the time I was born, I was incarcerated within the morbid, chaotic prejudices. I yearned for a breather to break free the feigned passage of time. None seemed to…
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Short Stories
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Every evening, Debbie still plays with that carton. “10, 9, 8, 7…..1… ready or not, here I come”! she squeals with joy. Uncovering her face, she runs around their verdant…
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Shankari felt relaxed as she retired for the day. The plush diaphanous comforter seemed to augment her somnolence. Just when she was about to doze off her thoughts…
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Post lunch, Riyasha took out a book to read, when a tattered photograph of a teenager popped out. Three decades has elapsed, but she could…
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Gazing at the deserted shelves of aisle 7, I reminisce about the very first day I met her. Her luminous hazel eyes were a radiating warm sun warmed with inner…