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i am new to the card gamefor long,i have beenthe third cardwhich never joined the serial couple..lost in a sea of numbersand alien warriors,i am the j..
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in the cot near the entrance,kuruvamma haggles with throat cancer,for a couple of months more..a sparrow at the mercy of the lashing rainsshe ..ponnam..
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you say it is alright..i know no longerif you speak to expressor to hide...we had entered the garden of our friendshiptwenty years agotwo years agotwo..
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i am some years past my mother's hugwhen i roll around , feeling the rough threadsof my bedspread and insomnia..my moustache has grown..i am five inch..
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a mangy street doglost its way into the damp recessesof an evening templeand cosily lay down near the altar..disturbed by this profane intrusion,devou..
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this is a short story written by my little brother cibe chakravarthy which i stumbled upon very accidentally.. he is towards the end of his engineerin..
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we go playacting again in a stage whereall the men and womenare already actorsour act is an actwithin an actour dialogues are anticipatedbut not r..
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nowit is not far off..i have come closer..this road my legs walk uponin the next left turnlike the riverthat carries a boat into the seawith motherly ..
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we are faceless..our drivers wear black masks..a noose dances in front of our eyes..eerie and hallucinating..our time is a strange one, my friend...it..
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1 millionyears ago , a man appeared out of lake turkana in kenyahe had buried his twelve year old son in its bank,he had a sloping forehead , half the..
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