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StoryThe Village art pkroutray68 years 6 months ago
StoryAppreciating an Art pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Artist and his art pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryEvenings I still cherish pkroutray28 years 6 months ago
StoryFun With Memories pkroutray28 years 6 months ago
StoryHis Symphony pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryPrayers and Pledges pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryInvalid argument pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Lord Never Errs pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryThen And Now pkroutray28 years 6 months ago
StoryAn Epilogue pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StorySource pkroutray28 years 6 months ago
StoryA Metaphor pkroutray28 years 6 months ago
StoryA Prologue pkroutray18 years 6 months ago
StoryMy Revered Teacher pkroutray08 years 6 months ago
StoryGopal- A micro from a macro pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryLaw Of Life pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryAvoid the threat pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryFunny Experiences pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryPastoral songs pkroutray48 years 7 months ago
StoryParallel Cooking pkroutray48 years 7 months ago
StoryA Human Life pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryEnriched Soul pkroutray08 years 7 months ago
StoryThe devil And The Lord pkroutray18 years 7 months ago
StoryRelationship pkroutray08 years 7 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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