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17 December, 1967...Washington DC“Hi,” Anna greeted him with great smile.“Hey ginger, you look so amazing today. What’s the catch?” He sensed something was unusual that day. Adam Smith took her into her arms and started dancing with the tunes of saxophone buzzing lightly in stereo.“You are going to be a father,” she revealed cheekily.10 days later...Dallas“What! It can’t….how is it possible? No…

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This is how we fuck our environment.Photo Courtesy : Akshay

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Listening to the words of death can fill anybody with fear, especially when someone is talking to chop your body parts off. Same fear ran through my fibres some days ago. Anything, with ability to move, would have gone off comprehending the notion of tools and machines placed aside, but my destiny, as presaged by nature, was paved in suffering. My base could not move an inch and I had to restrain

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Read Sens and Sens - The Loss Of Comfort7 years later…Blue light in the restroom was almost dull and cigarette smoke dominated the ambience of entire room. Wash-hand basins were filthy with blots of ignorance and generosity of people to keep the public place clean. She glanced at the emptiness of atmosphere, falling on heavy drum beats ricocheting from the dusted corners. Her hands were trembling

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Read Sens8 years later…The bed sheet had imprints of suns and flowers and little cute creatures, but even they seemed to be dull and full of sense of demise. She was in her bed, lying insentient, unaware of the last rites of the Person being done but aware of comfort having been gone forever. Her reddened face had become dry as the fever did not agree to slacken.Eventually the Nurse found vein,

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“Wake up. Save your life,” a voice echoed clamorously.He opened his eyes abruptly, sat up making grumbling noises; strand of saliva was driveling out of his mouth. He rubbed off his mouth with the cuff at right hand sleeve of his pyjama and looked up slowly where a grinding noise was coming from. Swirling grey clouds were hovering over him as waiting for him to wake up. Clash of the clouds

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Something cold touched her inside and the senses were stimulating the brain cells to respond. But the brain attempted to refuse to stay out of comfort of closeness given by the Person standing next to her. She closed her eyes and a drop of tear started trickling down her reddened left cheek. Sensing her anxiety, the Person grabbed her hand, patted gently on it, and wiped off the tear drop. The

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Date:- January 24, 2006.Now is the time to say what I wanted to for a long time. For some months, I have caught a bug of likeness for you. It is like a dew which grows continuously on the petal of freshly blossomed rose in winter morning. First it started with a crush, which, I believed, would be over like previous ones, but as the time flew, it matured into an obsession, and then a rejoicing

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Eradication of unfocused darkness,Home coming of new optimism,Motivation of eventual wholeness,Glints the day with light of Prism.

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