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The Man Who Married Himself By JOY DEEP SAHA ‘why not? ‘ With these two words, my good friend Pastor Zataga changed the trajectory of my life; when he told me, he had just talked to Bishop Fleming for two hours on the phone and discussed the Bible in great detai...
Tantric Sex for the Determinedly Single By JOY DEEP SAHA Your mother had always loved India even though she had never been there. Your father did it once, during the war. Crowds, he'd said when you asked him to tell you. Hot, she admitted when you begged for more.
A Dog's Tale By JOY DEEP SAHA CHAPTER I My father is a St. Bernard dog, and my mother is a shepherd dog, but I am a Presbyterian. My mot...
Mrs. Manstey's View By JOY DEEP SAHA The sight from Mrs. Manstey's balcony was not spectacular, but at least it was full of interest and beauty to her. Arriving late on the sidewalk and the gaps in the sidewalk would have stumbled Quinto...
Dinner For Three By JOY DEEP SAHA It was six o'clock when Breanna heard her mother's phone receive a text message while she was sitting on the kitchen bench. "Mom, I bet it's a dad!" Breanna jumped up from the couch, the books spilling in front of her. She had wondered what story her father wo...
Time, Again By JOY DEEP SAHA Before we met, he showed me his journal. I must admit that this series of events still puzzles me as I think you must be puzzled by my choice to leave your life so abruptly. I've gone over everything in my mind over and over again and can't get rid of the sense ...
The Dream By JOY DEEP SAHA The kid slept comfortably in his bed. Dreams of cartoon characters filled his mind with pleasure and contentment. I just woke up. I have seen the world through his eyes, and the world is lovely, new, and full of marvels. Tonight I will depart. I have the stuff to accomplish, an...
HomecomingBy JOY DEEP SAHA Of course, if I am not an idiot. Belcher cleared his throat in response to Bob Charno. "Hmm. I'm thinking about asking him on Monday." "No, it is not enough." "Hmm? "You should call her now." "You need to call her right now." "YOU SHITT...
An Ideal FamilyBy JOY DEEP SAHA The crowd hurried on their way home, trams rumbling, cars rumbling, large taxis swayed and swayed with thekind of ruthless and provocative indifference that can only be known indreams... This is us A day on anyother day in the country. Office. Not much happened. Harold did not come back...
The Vandals are Coming! By JOY DEEP SAHA When Mr. Chan returned after a long weekend ...
The Driver's Wife The two-bedroom house is built with logs, slate, and fibre bark, and the floor is paved with lining boards. The large bark kitchen at one end is larger than the house itself, including the porch. The clumps have no horizon because the fields are flat; there are no mountains in the distance; the bushes are made up of apple tr...
Someone To Care For My buddy Natalie can't see the purpose in you. She claims that all you do is burp, fart, dribble, smile inanely and make a series of incomprehensible sounds. Admittedly she hasn't seen you at your finest, but I still think that's a bit harsh. The first time Natalie came to visit, you were sleeping on your back, gurgl...
It Was More Fun In Hell The following is based on events from 1991 to 1998. He had a beard, dark hair, just a thin man smoking a cigarette. "Something's happened there since the 1970s," he told me. "Probably more. I know the place is bad because the bad thing happene...
Pseudonyms "Gelb wants you to call him." I looked at Frankie, opened my mouth, and slowly started shaking my head. A Gelb image delayed my answer, monocles in the eyes, raised eyebrows, pursed lips, and a grimace. I cringe at the thought. "I don't plan to na...
The boy slept peacefully in his bed. Dreams of cartoons characters filled his head with joy and happiness. I have only just awoken. I saw the world though his eyes and the world is beautiful, new and filled with wonder. Tonight I will leave him to sleep. I have work to do and sleep won't come so easily in the nights to come.Scott is a quiet child. Eleven years of age; he is extremely shy, introverted and socially awkward, all the ingredients needed for a difficult childhood. His days are happily s...
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