Ashu later realized that the angry smile of Mana’s uncle came from a place of deep-seated hurt. Every story, every poem that he had read carried an image of that pain.

And those who would play their roles the best would stay at those beautiful houses in Bittersweet City. Some would hide the object, but definitely glanced at it sometimes.

Someone had said that it was never good for the village and the river to have the same name, verging on terrible some others said, that it never boded well for the village.

Nothing extraordinary has ever occurred in my life. My sadness, pain, success and desire have all been mediocre.

Rosie put down her tea cup and fiddled with the sugar-free biscuits. She wondered if that was all for dinner. She grew restless at the constant drone of the beetle and the frogs and paced around the terrace.

It is amazing when children run towards their loved ones in utter delight. Even the most ill-tempered individual, after a troublesome fight, would be moved to smile at such a scene.

May be in search of a story.

I am torn between unadulterated hope and terrifying fear of death.

He wanted to start thinking about anything that would inhabit his mind, move it without the slightest imposition.

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