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short story
Now we’re walking on this empty street and you tell me how we’re very much the same, how much our...
‘I wish I could turn back the clock and bring the wheels of time to a stop.’ Judy whispered to...
The boy, no more than four, rose when the rooster crowed. If he did not wake up immediately, his younger...
When the doctor looked at his latest report and told him he had about six months to live, Akaash Didwania...
Nepali short story has achieved its present state of development in shorter time than other genres. This area of literature...
Mrs. Prakash opened her eyes and began to sit up in bed, picturing her aging joints as rusty bolts creaking...
All the labels are yellow-bright like the setting sun. It bothers Akbar. Not the colour but the memories. These labels...
Alipur Road was a wide avenue lined with enormous banyan trees, and my mother and I would go for walks along...
By Abha Iyengar Big Daddy always sat on the big reclining chair with its long arms opened, his legs splayed across...
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