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StoryThe Hungry Porter Sharmi05 years 2 months ago
StoryCAPABILITY FOR WORK celticman129 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Trip To Torquay The End Came Too Soon skinner_jennifer99 years 9 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember skinner_jennifer119 years 9 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay skinner_jennifer149 years 9 months ago
StoryMy Very First Visit To Wembley skinner_jennifer129 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Heartstone well-wisher39 years 9 months ago
StoryLucy in the Sky Silver Spun Sand129 years 9 months ago
StoryIn The Zone well-wisher19 years 9 months ago
StoryA Suitable Girl Sharmi011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Birthday! A Monologue Denzella3111 years 10 months ago
StoryCanvas for the Dead Sharmi111 years 10 months ago
StoryCanvas for the Dead Sharmi411 years 10 months ago
StoryStew Sharmi411 years 10 months ago
CollectionPoetry Sharmi011 years 10 months ago
CollectionStories in Chapters Sharmi011 years 10 months ago
CollectionShort Stories Sharmi011 years 10 months ago
StoryLiving Alone II Sharmi012 years 5 days ago
StoryA Dead Man Knocked My Door Jane Hyphen612 years 2 months ago
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1412 years 2 months ago
StoryTo Each Their Own Silver Spun Sand1912 years 3 months ago
StoryLiving Alone I Sharmi312 years 3 months ago
StoryGentleman in the Station Sharmi1112 years 4 months ago
StorySixty Not Just A Number gouri_guha212 years 4 months ago
StoryMen alancjsalisbury312 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Hungry Porter

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With the sizzling onions, crackling of mustard seeds, and Zakir Hussein’s tabla on the radio, tempering rain drops on the marble window sill would...

Stew

“Why stew?” I protested. “There are Mushrooms in the fridge!” “Mushrooms won’t do…with all the cough and cold going on, stew is what we need.” My mother-in-law said.

Living Alone II

I could not possibly tell her, what happened after a girl met the boy...

Living Alone I

I think this is a girl's read.

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Inspired by all the poets of ABC...my first wobbly step towards poetry.

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