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Girls in War Time just want to Dance

Along the banks of a river, in a nameless town, lived a girl named Ilaa. She was from an affluent cotton farming family.
The wholesalers and traders from the city factory would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. 2,455 more words

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My Second Work-in-Progress: The Bondage of The Soil

I love reading spooky tales at Christmas; M.R. James is a firm favourite, and I usually reread H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Festival” to celebrate the Yuletide season. 696 more words


Volunteering for Bhumi project Bangalore Nakshatra 2016

“Time is not measured by the passing of years but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves”
– Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru…

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This story was originally published at https://worldcitystories.com/tag/bangalore/

To all those on two wheels with a box of food.

I had been seeing him for three quarters of my life. 607 more words

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Long languid summer days

pale skin a distant memory.

Now there are bare shoulders

and tawny silky thighs

heated by his caress.

His hands

glide along their length… 76 more words

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Cold World

November 19, 2013

I saw an article recently in the New York Times where there was an experiment that  intuitively measured female aggression and competitiveness toward one another. 537 more words



It wasn’t anything I ever expected to find in my visions.

It started out fairly normally.  I kept being shown that there was a great concern in the world.   1,283 more words