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The Little Soul – Manoj
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Mundane musings from a seeker of the unknown. Thereby hangs a tale. The two kingdoms were stuck. To their unfortunate, ill luck. They met at the battle field. Peace in the concrete sealed. The sound of the mace clashing. And that of the swords slashing. Was heard all over the place. For many, many days. Though the soldiers bravely fought. For weeks and months together to pass. Little they knew and never thought. Of how the lives of the commons was. At last a little boy came to light. Pingback: Another po...
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The Cold Rain – Manoj
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Mundane musings from a seeker of the unknown. Thereby hangs a tale. 8220;Wake up Rajiv, you’ll be late for school”, Mrs. Sharma shouted from the kitchen. It was quite unusual, she always used to come to his bed, coax him to wake up by fondling his hair, which Rajiv found exceptionally irritating and would spring up. The last time she had not woken him like this was when his grandfather had passed away. 8220;I did not do it! Somebody else did it! 8221; defended Rajiv. The whole class burst into laughter&#...
