A wooden table and a bunch of uncles around it, sitting and sipping tea with your father and you go ‘uncle namste’. And there comes a voice. “Bete paer chhuo”. And you become a feet touching sanskari machine which in swift up and down motion touches the feet of all 10 people in the room, including your own pitaji, by mistake.
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Jay thrashed his fingers across the strings of his bass guitar, the basis notes reverberating through the dimly lit club. The cr...
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Is life beautiful? Well it depends. Is the world beautiful? Again, it depends. The earth though is beautiful and there is no doubt about tha...
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He saw his result and closed his eyes. He felt like his head is swirling around in circles. He had never expected that from himself but now ...
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