The Story Teller

When it's midnight and there's no to clock the hours.

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That Girl Across the Window Pane

Do you find yourself at the end of something you’d given your everything into? What do you do when you have religiously overdone yourself?… The crumbled piece of paper had more to it than all the ink smeared over it.

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The tears had dried even before the storm could kill the people in the town. I had hoped for a star tonight but the only thing that lit the sky were crossfires of humankind.

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Only Him

All the harsh memories and the arguments seemed nothing more than a joke. And in that very moment, she realized something that she had blatantly ignored.

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While he hurried through the queue to receive the crayons that I had brought for him, the 9 year old could not contain his happiness. He jumped, he laughed and then shook my hand to greet “Happy Birthday, didi!”

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