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The Sweet Shop

On Thursday, I had to walk home from School. I really hate having to walk home. It just feels so far away! I really just like Mum picking me up if I’m honest. 593 more words


Scratching the surface

I had piles of weird dreams, maybe due to the Caesar I drank the night before.  One had me walk across the entire City, even though I was supposed to turn south at one point.   70 more words


Flash fiction: A jar of honey

Photo ©Pedro Ribeiro Simões

She plods back and forth to the market, the little old lady, as she has done for decades. First it was to feed husband and children, then just husband, and for the last lonely years, herself alone. 447 more words


Of Lambs and River ashes 

So she, the old village lady walked on a sunny dusty road, saree covering her head With a week’s groceries balanced there

At the end of one hand walked the small black lamb… 92 more words


Beauty is Ageless

“Beauty begets beauty”

Timeless beauty from Gujarat creating more timeless beauty.


Dear God

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God. 266 more words