Tiny shoes #BarAThon
“Were these mine too?” A Jr asked amusingly in between guffaws. My third trimester had just begun. I was at Mom’s and...
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They had closely done a recce of the area. They had marked the locations carefully and identified the camouflage points. Once there,...
Read out allFragile lives #BarAThon
As the car skidded to a halt at the red light, Amit cursed the little boy who was trying to sell books...
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I have said this on my blog before, and I’m saying it again. “Dissatisfaction is the mother of all art” Not inevitable, but it...
Read out allWhat you don't know #BarAThon
Her agonizing muffled cries filled the entire room. As she saw them strip her home bare of its soul and fill it...
Read out allStranger than fiction #BarAThon #MondayMusings
“I’m sure your maid picked them up when you weren’t around!” my mother would grumble every time the topic of my missing...
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