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StoryBlimps rdeous012 years 10 months ago
StoryBeach Front rdeous012 years 10 months ago
StoryA Muslim girl in a Hindu city. rdeous012 years 10 months ago
Forum topicAuthentic Jewish fare rdeous012 years 10 months ago
Forum topic...but what about short story writers? rdeous812 years 10 months ago
StoryVacous Terror rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryResident Hag: Connaught Place rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryMr. Publisher rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryMy brother the Cretin rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryDiscards rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryDharamsala rdeous012 years 11 months ago
StoryDelhi Tourism Co. rdeous012 years 11 months ago
Forum topicDo you judge a book by its cover? pepsoid1519 years 9 months ago
Forum topicPassive Resistance! pepsoid11519 years 9 months ago

My stories

Mr. Publisher

By rdeous on Mon, 07 Aug 2006

...Of late I've been attending a lot of fab lounge parties, where the hosts would much rather prefer the airy lounge to the square-boxed-faux-roman-pillared-stuffy-office-party-halls. Smart people. Lovely parties. Where ruddy PR executives talk in loud unrestrained chatter around a beer fountain and single corporate bitches stalk single ruddy PR executives.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

Blimps

By rdeous on Mon, 07 Aug 2006

...I had a surreal dream last night. One that Dali would be proud of.
Autobiography
Non-fiction
Certificate U

My brother the Cretin

By rdeous on Mon, 07 Aug 2006

...Was he atonement, for bad karma?
Children's
Poem
Certificate U

Beach Front

By rdeous on Mon, 07 Aug 2006

...A creeper creeps on the porch Tiny wary Purple plink flowers Stamen peeking out Periscopes...
Travel
Poem
Certificate U

Delhi Tourism Co.

By rdeous on Mon, 07 Aug 2006

...Dark skinned schoolgirls with sunshine bouncing off their oiled plaited hair chatter in cause-less glee. Skirts drop till ankles, until they are no more than plain blue ghagras... ...I feel those cruel X-ray eyes on me. Nothing escapes the kids. They can diagnose my imperfectness. To the rest of the world I might be a smartass, but to them I am the ass...
Autobiography
Certificate 18

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