Tag: Short story
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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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where I come from
an archeologists journey on self discovery Kandyan dancer An archeologist goes excavating the islands that were thrown up by the tsunami. She is of Kandyan and Indian lineage. Her paternal grandmother who is dying in Kandy asks her to come and visit. She goes to visit her estranged grandmother. During the conversation she tells her…
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