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I wonder whether my neighbors hear me sob at night.
Submitted on 31 Jul, 2018 at 05:55 AM
I at once went back to the drawing room back in my home with a Popsicle in one hand...
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 09:22 AM
I cry a lot. My mother used to say that people who do this have the cleanest of hearts.
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 08:19 AM
While she was busy working on an issue,receiving trash from her managers in this strange foreign land, her father passed...
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 08:12 AM
Sitting on separate chairs with a heap of unpeeled peas on a table in front of them while the sun warmed their backs...
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 08:09 AM
A story of a conversation between 2 men - a Hindu and a Muslim.
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 08:06 AM
I wake up to Azan blaring from the loudspeaker of the mosque beside which I lie down daily to rest my limbs. ..
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 07:50 AM
We leave the place when overwhelmed with emotions instead of conveying them to one another...
Submitted on 30 Jul, 2018 at 07:42 AM