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Shri sits on a roadside bench looking at the traffic as it crawls by. It is the early morning, and so is way too crowded being the peak office commute time. He looks on as vehicles drag themselves along past him. Now and again, there is that one lunatic who
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Oas trotted to the window to peek outside, sliding aside the recently dusted curtains. He had dusted them just an hour back, but he still found some dust on his hands. He wiggled his hands and muttered few muffled swears towards the polluting city dwellers. He went to the wash
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“Remember that day when the Coffee House owner had thrown us out of his restaurant?” Jai stirred his coffee, and his memories. “Of course,” Jui guffawed. “Any owner would have done that. We were shooing away every customer that was walking in.” “There. That’s the laugh that was causing
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“Trust me, Sam.” “I trust you Pihu. But I can’t believe what you just said.” Sam was minutely observing the can Pihu had just handed him. “Ok. You don’t have to. What worse do you think can happen?” “We can die, of course. And are you really sold
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Today’s was a typical summer morning in Tikwadi. It was a calm & pleasant dawn that the midnight breeze & the sun-beaten land had hatched together. And like every typical morning — summer, winter or of the rainy season — Paka sat expressionless at the window seat of his bus. His
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He walked back into the room, alone. He fancied such days. He was on his personal day-off when everyone else was at work. He had just finished his last chore. He did not remember the last time he had lived an afternoon so empty — empty in a good sense it