The Used Plate
“You filthy whore! Get out of my life!” Manav screamed at Manvi. “Why are you talking to me like this?” […]
“You filthy whore! Get out of my life!” Manav screamed at Manvi. “Why are you talking to me like this?” […]
“I try to stop looking at her, but it feels as if my eyes have a will of their own,”
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Many years ago, I was new to my school. It was a place far away from my home, both literally
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The architecture of disillusionment Days are brightened by the sun, but it is the night that haunts people who possess
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There are some memories so deeply scored into you that time does nothing to them. They don’t fade. They don’t
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Dear Papa, It has been thirteen years since you left all of us and went into a world beyond
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I. The Upper Berth Separation is a distinct, heavy species of pain. When I was in boarding school, the
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I. The Madness of the Twelfth Year Fifteen years have passed, and still, the mere ghost of her eyes can
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I. October October was a month I always looked forward to. Festivals brought holidays, and holidays at a boarding school
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The Kolkata Toilet Queue The glory of a January morning is a scene worth standing still for. The bitter cold
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