Short Stories

Broke.

  A beautiful soul was walking Or may be flying Souls do not walk I hear There was nowhere to go either No high no low All was it And it was all It lived for years But there was no reference To measure time It was time itself It was love and peace It […]

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Flash…

    It is morning. My digital clock shows 5 AM. I look outside the window. It is dark. The sun is still down. I folded my sheets, took my glasses which were placed near the lamp on the side table, and placed my left foot on the ground. As I was heading towards the

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