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StoryA Mortal Body pkroutray07 years 8 months ago
StoryOf Course pkroutray07 years 8 months ago
StoryWeal and Woes of life pkroutray07 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lord will lament pkroutray07 years 8 months ago
StoryOh Lord! I am jealous. pkroutray47 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Lord Is Kind pkroutray07 years 8 months ago
StoryMan inherits pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryBe Considerate pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Nature Reacts pkroutray27 years 9 months ago
StoryRetirement pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryA Friend or a Foe pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryTravelling in an aeroplane pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryWith Apology pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryChild Education pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryQueries pkroutray07 years 9 months ago
StoryThus We Start pkroutray07 years 10 months ago
StoryBeware of Modern fads pkroutray27 years 10 months ago
StoryThus the Soul spoke. pkroutray47 years 10 months ago
StoryA Soul sighs pkroutray27 years 10 months ago
StoryStop It By Any Means pkroutray27 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Village art pkroutray67 years 10 months ago
StoryAppreciating an Art pkroutray07 years 10 months ago
StoryAn Artist and his art pkroutray07 years 10 months ago
StoryEvenings I still cherish pkroutray27 years 10 months ago
StoryFun With Memories pkroutray27 years 10 months ago

My stories

Only a dash

Only a dash A tombstone in silent tone defines the man the best it can underneath its grave a coward or a brave a king or a prisoner a philanthropist...
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By a kid

By a kid Its intention within its limitation conveys an infant at that very instant crying at a pitch eloquently rich for its mother the best to...

Then and Now

Then and Now Then and now each has its own show in my life as well as in the life of all one being an ignorant child small the other being grown up...
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A seed- fear syndrome

A seed- fear syndrome Smile. I often with thrill and fun at this age then in my village my childhood time, that has stood engraved in my memory in it...

Too many coocks...

Too many Cooks ... Out of breath, came racing and in one breathe told facing my dad on my home-work lesson teaching with force, his unwilling son “...
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