short story
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She entered her bedroom and heaved a sigh, eyes closed, picturing the feel of the cool sheets on her bed and what a relief it would be to climb into them. The past three hours had drained her mental and emotional resources and she was looking forward to a quiet night. But there was a
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When Meera’s name was called out, she closed her eyes, breathing through her mouth, bracing herself for the news. Opening her eyes, she saw the smiling face of her math teacher and couldn’t fathom why Shagun ma’am looked happy. “Well done,” she whispered as she handed the test paper to her student.
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Prerna was humming to herself tunelessly when her son decided to poke half his head into the kitchen. “Mom can you call Nikhil’s mom and tell her he’ll be spending the night?” She kept aside the ladle she was using to stir the stew, switched off the gas and wiped her hands. She ignored the
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As soon as the doorbell rang, Pari ran from the bedroom as fast as her little feet could carry her and clung to the nearest part of her father – his leg – she could find. Rudra, laughing, dropped his bag and umbrella in the interest of picking up his daughter, and swung her up
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Mr. Chubs was a short, round and a rather red man. No, he did not have red-coloured skin but he was so fair that any activity, even mild, turned his skin a vivid scarlet. For a round man you would think he’d be slow on his feet and you would be right but he had
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A sound jarred me awake. Heart thundering in my chest, I tried to put myself back to sleep but the sound, like a saw mutely but determinedly cutting through wood, wouldn’t let me. So I got off the bed, needing to see what the fuss was about.
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She knew it was a special occasion because the brilliant blue dress was coming out of the vintage trunk for airing. Laid out next to it were the blue jewels that went with the dress. And oh, the necklace fashioned in the image of the Hope diamond was also coming out! It must indeed be
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