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StoryThe Hungry Porter Sharmi06 years 1 month ago
StoryCAPABILITY FOR WORK celticman1210 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Trip To Torquay The End Came Too Soon skinner_jennifer910 years 8 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember skinner_jennifer1110 years 8 months ago
StoryA Trip To Torquay skinner_jennifer1410 years 8 months ago
StoryMy Very First Visit To Wembley skinner_jennifer1210 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Heartstone well-wisher310 years 8 months ago
StoryLucy in the Sky Silver Spun Sand1210 years 8 months ago
StoryIn The Zone well-wisher110 years 8 months ago
StoryA Suitable Girl Sharmi012 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Birthday! A Monologue Denzella3112 years 9 months ago
StoryCanvas for the Dead Sharmi112 years 9 months ago
StoryCanvas for the Dead Sharmi412 years 9 months ago
StoryStew Sharmi412 years 9 months ago
CollectionPoetry Sharmi012 years 9 months ago
CollectionStories in Chapters Sharmi012 years 9 months ago
CollectionShort Stories Sharmi012 years 9 months ago
StoryLiving Alone II Sharmi012 years 11 months ago
StoryA Dead Man Knocked My Door Jane Hyphen613 years 1 month ago
Story'Songs of Love and Hate' Silver Spun Sand1413 years 1 month ago
StoryTo Each Their Own Silver Spun Sand1713 years 2 months ago
StoryLiving Alone I Sharmi313 years 2 months ago
StoryGentleman in the Station Sharmi1113 years 3 months ago
StorySixty Not Just A Number gouri_guha213 years 3 months ago
StoryMen alancjsalisbury313 years 3 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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