Stories
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Unheard voice of Sold Bodies
My name is Snigdha. I was just 16 when I went missing and reached Mumbai, amidst the slaughters. I was sold when I’m still a daughter, forced to lie down on the beds of tyrants while I’m still dressed as a bride with shiny saree and wild makeup. Now I have a body that has Read more
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NEITHER HIM NOR HER, they made it work
Ivra was getting the dinner ready for her folks. Aayan was on his way back home. He had a couple of errands to take care of for the dinner in order to make it a memorable one. Aayan’s parents had reached and they were overwhelmed to meet their pregnant daughter-in-law.Aayan reaches home with a surprise. Read more
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The Honest Confession Of Tears.
Robert is a middle-aged man is sitting in a chair,The room was empty, and there was some grim in the air.Robert is having a lot of thoughts,He decides to put them in words. “The whole world is under pressure,We all need a refresher.Why have we become so numb?Did our feelings go dumb? Today’s child is Read more
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Will she ever miss me? – Final part
Its 4 am, it has been three days we broke up. I am unable to sleep. My minds play the moments I spent with her in repeat mode. Neither I can talk to her, nor I can move on from her. I have spent all these three days in my bedroom neither my parents know Read more
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The Divine Possession
The priest is walking back to his house. It’s midday, and the sun is burning his shaved head. He put his both palms on his head, trying to cover the heat. “We need more trees here” he thought and started walking quicker as his feet were burning too. He finally reached his home, which is Read more
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The Important Line Between Compromise And Sacrfice.
At some point in life, we may have made a few compromises and few sacrifices for the happiness of the self or to satisfy people we love or summoning to the situation. What is the line between them? What is the difference? To understand the difference between the two words, we need to know the Read more
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Out of the Cave, Came the Hermit
Ossas was sitting on top of the Untow mountain looking at the stream of the river. And the women cleaning the pelts were grabbing his attention. A hand with furry cuff fell on Ossas’s shoulder, but he didn’t turn like he knew who it was. “Hunting’s done?” he asked the visitor. “Your fantasising is done?” Read more
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