ALSphere Foundation
Tears Tormenting the Time
After the 1999 cyclone, I went to my ancestral village. Our house had become a pile of soil. I couldn’t find my parents’ body but completed the thirteenth sacrament. My childhood memories were reflected on tears, which weren’t under my control. I saw my mother’s bracelet, shining under the soil.
Amita Dash
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Just in Time
Pranav was desperate to get this job; his savings would only last for ten more days. He left home in time to reach for the interview but couldn’t; he was paying the hospital bills for the stranger whom he had found in the lift, struggling to survive the heart attack!
Neha Gupta
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