Tag: Short story
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Old man time,
I am the old man by the river, if you think I am someone’s grandfather, or the village elder, I could be, but more important, I am the keeper of a memory of people and communities, “stories have changed my dear boy,” I told the man in the grey suit, “there are no more battles…
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Cafe Light.
Two men were sitting at the diner and having dinner. A woman seated in a parked car watched them through the window for a while. She was furious with one of the diners, how dare he sit here leaving his mother alone? She waited a while before she got off the car and walked up…
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call of the valley
Lush green fields of Goa, sunshine and beaches. Ram shackled houses Chinar Bibi, was transplanted from Kashmir, to Goa. She had lost her daughter in a bomb blast . Her son-in-law was responsible for the blast. When Javed Miya a jaipuri vendor suggested that they start a Kashmir emporium in Goa chinar and her husband relocated…
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Estranged from myself.
Urvi has walked the earth 40yrs, today. Yet the excitement of a birthday is still there. God knows why. Of course her father, would no more call her, “tring tring” She looked at it with a smile on her face, her mother. “Uri, I want you to go to the school, and find out…
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An Anonymous Gift
Herne Bay – Sept 2010 – The Sad Cafe – Portrait of an Old Lady Waiting on a Friend The elderly woman at the end of my street. She is alone and I see her gazing outside the window each time the mailman walks by. I learn from the neighbours that her husband left her…
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haveli
old houses are romantic and may would share a lot of history Oldest House in Keene New Hampshire Old abandoned buildings, cool or creepy? I would say romantic. When we explored one it had a main gate where the doorman lived with his family. They had lived there for generations. The old house almost falling…
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