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From your brother, with love – 2
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A series of emails sent by a younger brother to his elder sister, full of love. Dear didi, How are you? I was thinking lately, that there comes a time in a person’s life, when destiny smiles upon him(or her) and grants that person whatever their heart truly desires. At such times, the air feels…
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Everything else ends in death
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The knowledge all that gained so well By sweat, by brow, by midnight oil The books heaved open and left unread Those which were read and turned to shreds The scrolls written, the lessons preached Burning through sun, through burning heat The riches frothing, raging bold The earth, the rivers, all blinding gold All want,…
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From your brother, with love.
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A series of emails sent by a younger brother to his elder sister, full of love. Dear Didi, How are you? Hope this email finds you in the best of your health; even though the bar for the same is terribly low. Nevertheless, we must stand on ceremonies. I am doing well too; as if…
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Where The Heart Lies
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“Get down kiddos, dinner’s ready!”, Meera said. Both kids got down from the tree house and went inside. After supper they went to their father who was flipping through old photo albums. “Papa who is this?”, the boy pointed his little index finger to one old lady in the photographs. “That’s my grandmother”, said Anuj,…
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The Boy With the Rucksack
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It was around 7:15 in the evening of a moderately cold November. A slow and comforting breeze filled the atmosphere and the leaves would wave at her touch. I was alone that day, actually, for that entire week for that matter; my parents were out of town and were to return in the following 2…