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It was midnight of 1970; Sahib closed the door behind and started walking towards his own house. He had left from “Rodriguez 402,” a decorated name of a small house that was legendary built since pre-Independence by...
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The Climate Is Changed

I had been standing in a podium with my eyes towards the audience whose faces had the veil of a smile over their hidden anguish; a dread of their originality that had been uprooted by the unscrupulous claws of the...

When I Met My Father

Today sea waters are silent, I pitched myself over a rock at a Beach Candy glaring the slowly movement of the waves as they dipped the shores.  It had been my ritual since the day my father...
All around me noise is piercing into my ear, as my body is slowly weeding towards primordial silence, into eternity.  The doctor had said I have three months to live. I had two options; live every single...
I bend myself and interlocked my hands. I would often sit like this whenever I am in deep thought. It was past midnight, and the dread of something grave had insidiously gripped my mind....

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