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Chinnappa alighted from the train and was waiting for his friend Kittappa. As he was totally new to the place, Chinnappa had specifically told Kittappa to come to Railway Station to take him along. In not finding him, he called Kittappa on phone and wanted to know if he was anywhere nearby. Kittappa picked up the phone and replied. As the train was late, he could not come to station as promised. His presence at worksite ...
Saraswathy was mending her flowerpots and just whiling away her time in the backyard. Though she had no regrets, she was still unhappy over her ex-boss in dismissing her from job, for no fault of hers. She could have explained her position and made them understand her point of view. Of what use would it be? It would be a futile exercise. Saraswathy strongly believed that certain people never changed. She was dismissed fo...
Life is so mysterious. At a glance, anything can happen anytime. The destination is waiting for something special. Mind is delightfully flying in the sky.
Hey Sam, what are you doing dear? Are you finished the paper works? Let me check. You make so silly mistakes. I can rectify all. Plz dear, come on and take your meals. It's now 10 am and you are still wandering. It's very bad for health.
Oh no! g...
My family never sought much or wanted much from anyone. We grew our own vegetables. We had fresh milk from our own cows. We sold and traded with the neighbors if we needed anything new and western made. We lived in a remote location where farms were the main source of income and food. It was by choice because we so much wanted to thumb our nose at advancement and western culture. We just got tired of everything large and available. We got tired of the surplus. The elders felt that we were getting polluted by the availability of incomes an...
CHAPTER 1In Nigeria, family was everything, and the Alani's perfectly and proudly showed off that fact. Nothing said goodbye to a long loved relative like a hoard of satisfactorily grief-stricken relatives, all wearing their most colourful clothes in an occasion that was purely Nigerian. Yes, it was an occasion, Maraia thought as she stood by the sides of the great mahogany coffin. Grandma had lived a long and colourful life, Maraia thought again, reading the words that were inscribed on the lid of the coffin, it ...
It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday, it was still dawn, and my lantern shone dimly; the kerosene must have been exhausted for the wick burned poorly. On my bed were several papers and sheet of my many drawings. I loved to draw outlines of buildings and some isometric shapes could be seen boldly on the sheets which were sprawled on the bed. Some of them were already rumpled . I packed them neatly in a file I had always kept my drawings in It . It was peculiar. The cockerel croaked loudly while I made my way down the st...
If we look through the condition and mindset of Indian Muslims ,most of them are ruled by two things:what their clerics preach or what they have got in their lineage from Zamindari system .Islam does not talk about appearance or prayer only but gives priority to inner traits based on human psychology.But there is chaos everywhere when it is understood superficially just like it did in Mr.Khan's family .Sometimes people display themselves sophisticated and advanced by their clothes and living style ,but in reality they are the same ...
Olupayi is 35 years old and looks much taller than his 173cm, thanks to his lean frame. Had he been born in Las Vegas, he might have been a bantam weight boxing champion.
His face is a midnight hue that cracks to reveal an unlikely perfect set of white teeth when he smiles. Close up, one can see that his hands are calloused and his rough fingers bent. The veins on his sinewy forearms stand out like so many chords...
“You’ve got it all wrong, darling. It’s not that I don’t want you to meet them. I don’t feel ready. This is not as easy as you think.”
“Listen, honey. We’ve been together for three years now. We can’t keep on like this. Are you ashamed of me?”
“No. Of course not. It’s more complicated than you will understand.”
“Well, I don’t know. That’s how ...
June 23, 2017
“I really, really love you.”
Harper turns from where he’s watching the sky and smiles at me. God, he’s gorgeous. He just sits there, grinning, for a few moments before leaning into me and saying, “You too, Therly.”
I look back out at the ocean. Waves lap lightly at the peaceful shore. Sunrise is just beginning, staining the horizon ...
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives when Fayaz first met Sara in the school and they promised to be the eternal fellows at such an early age. Though the promise of life long love became a matter of conflict yet the tale of affection go aboard at its run. The tale traces the tactics of love soaring life not in favors of Fayaz but seemingly not exactly against his lines of actio...
"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat," Adolpha stated sternly, her eyes blazing with fire.
"And since when have I been good at planning things?" Phoenix said casually, just as she would have, had she not been so foolish and got herself in this horrible situation. A couple of moons ago, she had much insulted the Queen of The Black Fire Tribe. It was a Full Moon, and as usual, The Black Fire ...
I. PressureI was no stranger to pressure of competition, but this eco-challenge race in the Pacific Islands was a different new game. Nearly a thousand participants joined to complete a race through one of the most dangerous mountain ranges in the world, aptly called the Devil’s Playground, in pursuit of glory and riches.I could feel all eyes on me -- Ben Kelly, younger brother to Andrew, Greg, and Sean Kelly, all of whom dominated the same race one after another nearly two decad...
My beautiful notebook, you’re the dream I worked so hard to pursue. Welcome to your new home, I’m Najwa, your owner, and today, the 1st of November 1997, is my birthday. You’re the gift I bought myself to celebrate my ability to write.Writing is such a blessing; imagine having your complex thoughts made visible in front of your eyes on clear paper. A few years ago, all forms of paper in my life were used in cleaning or making simple origami to entertain the kids. Now, I a...
One day the newly-appointed King's Assistant went to Hell. He was ordered by King of Heaven to choose a soul. King of Heaven was an optimistic God. On the previous day, he had won a game of Chess against King of Hell. As his prize he asked King of Hell to let one soul from Hell go free. Hell's King accepted his request and told him to come to Hell and choose a soul for himself.
When Shamodhar, King's Ass...
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