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Memories and senses of Samuel Sheraton
I can feel the smell, the smell of freshly baked dough. The sweet smell of dough is throughout the street; it makes my mouth water. I looked at the bakery, and the bakers are not open yet. Maybe they are preparing for today. I look up at the sky, and the sun has not risen. Read more
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India, let’s sense the senses!
Why?What has happened to our eye?Are we actually even seeing?;When we can’t really see what’s going on in our country? Our rights, our power, our moneyBut looks like we too are politician’s bunnies;Our wrong electoral choices;Rapes, murders are the consequences. Why?What has happened to our voice?Has money blinded our morals & principles?That being ignorant has Read more
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