A thunder of revenge: A poem by Gitika Verma
O’ Humans! Aren’t you ashamed? Your ignorance, greedy lust, and evil hopes Has left the Mother Earth bruised and maimed Global warming is a curse,...
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A thunder of revenge: A poem by Gitika Verma
O’ Humans! Aren’t you ashamed? Your ignorance, greedy lust, and evil hopes Has left the Mother Earth bruised and maimed Global warming is a curse,...
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The haunted house: A story by Chandra Sundeep
Rathore woke up startled. His throat parched, hands icy cold, and body drenched in sweat. His body was a gallimaufry of conflicting symptoms, but there...
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The haunted house: A story by Chandra Sundeep
Rathore woke up startled. His throat parched, hands icy cold, and body drenched in sweat. His body was a gallimaufry of conflicting symptoms, but there...
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Till death do us part: A story by Chandra Sundeep
Mr. Witherspoon wheeled himself to the porch, again. His caregiver Stella watched empathically. She had lost count of the number of times the octogenarian had...
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Till death do us part: A story by Chandra Sundeep
Mr. Witherspoon wheeled himself to the porch, again. His caregiver Stella watched empathically. She had lost count of the number of times the octogenarian had...
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The haunted house: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
The swiveling wind blew a draught all chilly,Labored breathing emanated like devil‘s wails in the air,Into a dark dungeon, head spinning, he pirouettedDown a labyrinthine...
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The haunted house: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
The swiveling wind blew a draught all chilly,Labored breathing emanated like devil‘s wails in the air,Into a dark dungeon, head spinning, he pirouettedDown a labyrinthine...
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The summer of 85: A story by Sreemati Sen
“Matlaa……”She ran after him. “Don’t go.” Following him, she reached the coconut tree that Baba had mentioned in his last letter. Matla stood there, sobbing....
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The summer of 85: A story by Sreemati Sen
“Matlaa……”She ran after him. “Don’t go.” Following him, she reached the coconut tree that Baba had mentioned in his last letter. Matla stood there, sobbing....
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The curse: A story by Sreemati Sen
The sharp clang of the gates woke me up. A tenant…AGAIN? Won’t they give up trying to occupy this property? Rushing to the window, I...
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The curse: A story by Sreemati Sen
The sharp clang of the gates woke me up. A tenant…AGAIN? Won’t they give up trying to occupy this property? Rushing to the window, I...
