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My Wandering Words -

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THE CLOUDS AND THE CURTAIN

My Wandering Words -

Submitted to Contest #74

THE CURTAIN AND THE CLOUDS "Look at the clouds." "Clouds, really?" "Yes, there they are." "Sure, darling." "Why can't you trust me?" The woman asked, anxiously. "I trust you." "You never like anything that I like," said the woman, disappointed. The man raised his brows, stood up heavily. Without uttering anything, strode straight to the window where the woman stood already, holding the dark blue curtain, slightly above her right shoulder. The man came and gazed a...

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THE LAST MAN RECUED

My Wandering Words -

Submitted to Contest #27

Almost all the villagers had gone. I could watch them crossing the road and gathering around there. The army truck was standing there on the road beyond the last farm of the village. Soldiers were helping the old people climbing in the truck as well as bundling their belongings and putting it in the truck. The overloaded truck passed and left rest of the crowd to wait for their turn. In a while, the second truck arrived and people rushed into it. As that truck had gone carrying people and their stuff, another truck came. This cycle had been ...

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SKY LIKE RED WINE

My Wandering Words -

Submitted to Contest #27

HEMINGWAY EDITORENGLISHHindi**They were hiding behind the tall steppe grass, spread across the rocky slope of the foothills. And the golden grass was moving swiftly in the crispy wind. They could relax their backs against the grey rock hanging over them and covering them from behind.Rohit observed the burned over stretch of the hillside in the east and moved his gaze far to the mountains across the hills. The orange sun was slowly climbing down towards the white ridges of the mountains. The wind was getting bitter and was flowing in the west...

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