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Nobody.
She must be happy. Her death-anniversary on earth must be her birthday in the heavens. So she must be celebrating. A celebration of rebirth; good riddance from me.
Like a rule. No, a ritual. She stood at my gate as I came out holding my coffee mug. It’s been almost a year since she started coming. I’ve still not gotten used to her.
Short Story of Family: At the tender age of twelve, Shalabh came to know that he wasn’t the biological son of his mother, Asha. At once many questions were answered.
Editor’s Choice: She got up from the bed and walked to him. He felt her coming towards him. Even with his back towards her, he could feel her. Even when her light feet didn’t make a sound
Her sobs and tears were too much for me, So I comforted her with my jokes. And promised, to stay away from snakes, And all kinds of ropes!
The chilly December winds made it impossible to work for a normal man. But they were no normal students. The outgoing batch of The School
