Vagaries of Life

Building of Stories

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With a limp in my walk and a lump in my throat Among the intense darkness and the wrenching mope I lay there lame, without a ray of hope The end point seems far, but the end close by. When… Continue Reading →

Holding Hands … and what holds them!!

Scene 0 (Present) It is a weekday. I am working on my desktop, while sitting in a cubicle of 4 by 6 designated to me from an hour or so. I have completed reading half the document when the thought… Continue Reading →

It was the first thought that came to her as she woke up. He was gone. And soon, this bedroom, the house in whose eastern corner it sat, and the tiny garden outside with its gnarled old red hibiscus and… Continue Reading →

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