ShortStory
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Today was a special day. Radha was starting seventh grade – for the second time. He wasn’t upset. He didn’t think it proved his odd behaviour meant he was cracked in the head – even though his dadi had lamented the fact, loudly and repeatedly. In fact he didn’t even really understand why she thought
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Anger As the chemo nuked her, she thought of the times she had not allowed herself to express her anger. But it had found another way. Fear Failed to succeed? Or succeeded to fail? Only fear could make sense of an equation where failure equaled success.
tales of Suchita 