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A Story by Tejas
Savita had learnt on the job. She didn’t really
have a choice, it was either learn and survive or starve and die. So just after
a month on t..
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A Story by Tejas
I noticed her for the first time that day when,
as I was walking home from the station, I stopped to wait for a break in the
traffic to cross the ro..
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A Story by Tejas
Akash
was a buffeted by a gust of warm wind as a white vespa overtook his Bullet. The rider was crazily speeding
and to his surprise the gust of win..
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Its this tugging in my heart,don't know when it startsbut it stays on and persistsuntil I cannot resistprobing to findwhat in the world is itI don't n..
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A Story by Tejas
“Son, go ahead, do your duty, Inshallah you will soon be joining your
brothers in paradise. You will be welcomed by the prophet himself. I ..
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He thinks ...Half finished mug of coffee - strong, dark, almost black.A plate of some exotic foreign sounding dish,probably French ... no Spanish mayb..
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A Story by Tejas
“No,
I can’t.” Preeti had said. The only feeling Rahul had after that was of relief.
All the uncertainty had gone. There was a f..
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