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Sakyajit Bhattacharya’s “Oppressed”
he field was swathed in a white foggy shawl. I moved diagonally towards Jeevan Deep, when suddenly I heard someone scream close to my ear, ‘Move away’.
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Jun 231 min read
Sakyajit Bhattacharya’s “Extermination”
Lying in bed at night, when all was quiet, aside from the incessant drone of the beetles floating in from the wilderness beyond, Tridib felt the untamed forest inching close.
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Jun 231 min read
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