Short Stories
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Simulin was looking out a window, hands crossed tightly across her chest. She was wearing a non-descript blue uniform and her hair, which was usually tied in a bun, was open. The scene beyond the window was dismal. The air was filled with dust particles. The vibrant blue vegetation was turning dull and grey. Though
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What price are you willing to pay to live your deepest desire? People call Ramshackle the dream maker but he thinks of himself as more of a facilitator. If you have a wish you want to fulfill then he is the man you turn to. All you have to do is sign a contract and
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When I first looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t notice that my eyebrows were a little more arched than usual. I didn’t notice the pallor or the half-crazed look in my eye. Hey, I had a reason for missing the obvious. I was hungover. I had to attend the engagement party of my
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Arjun and Kabir were seated on a park bench facing families that were picnicking, enjoying the perfect October weather. The two men wore identical expressions of scorn, their arms crossed tightly across their chests.
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Ah it’s that time of the year again where I go a little crazier than usual. Its time to do a theme reveal for the mega blogging challenge – BlogchatterA2Z! Since I started blogging in 2017, I have been a fan of this month-long challenge. It happens in the month of April and the rules
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The tabla beats – two bass heavy sounds followed by a sharp tap – welcome us, the audience, into the theatre. We take our seats. The tabla makes it impossible for us to fidget or make small talk with each other. The empty stage with a single spotlight and the dhing-dhing-tap ensures we’re in a
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The Christmas tree in front of them looked like a disaster. There were pine needles at its bottom, on the sofa and coffee table, and Shilpa spied some near the front door as well. It was a tiny little tree, no more than two feet, and yet it had shed so many needles. Clean up
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