short story
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It wasn’t right, ordering a cup of earl grey in a coffee shop. There was a reason they had coffee shops and tea shops now; especially for people who liked going to coffee shops but not necessarily their coffee. She was one such person. The food though, she mused, was better in coffee shops than
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Though this is a sequel of sorts to The Amethyst Library, it can be read as a standalone. A girl wanders the catacombs of Amethyst, stocking the books back in their homes. Amethyst has not had a helper before. Sarita is the only one who has taken care of the library and the souls…until now.
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The Amethyst Library is on the first floor of a college building. It has two sections: one where all the books are kept. It is a bright sort of room, dusty but maintained in such a way that if you go in search of a book and are following the right map, you will find
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The door was wide open so Vishesh did not think he would be unwelcome. He had his favourite panda clutched in one hand as he stopped at his parents’ bedroom door. He couldn’t see daddy well but he could see his new mommy. She was asleep. Vishesh remembered her smile. The cookies she had baked
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Yuri didn’t want to be here. He really, really didn’t want to be here. But this wasn’t the first time his thoughts on a subject were discounted as irrelevant. So he tried to distract himself by staring at the wall in front of him. If his principal shifted just a little to the left, he’d
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Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’ It was
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You know you’re off to a party when you smell your mother’s perfume. It’s the special one, you know this because she wears it occasionally. It’s a heavenly smell but you don’t have the words to describe it. It’s just special mom smell for you.
tales of Suchita 