Short stories
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Happy Women’s Day
As women, we too often are expected to be quiet or feminine. To be nice. Not to be boastful, proud, loud, or too assertive. Well, here’s what I want to say: be as boastful, proud, loud, or assertive as you…
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Shackles of poverty
Celebrations are in full swing across the country as India celebrates 75 years of independence this year. Standing beside a footpath at Noida, a mother with a baby on her lap sits with national flags but not to mark Independence…
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Vortice
-Scusami--Non che mi interessi--Ho solamente voluto dirtelo--Assolutamente--Non avrei potuto dimenticare--Ma forse avresti dovuto--Parliamo di altro--Non potresti negare quanto segue--Non è necessario--Non potresti accarezzarmi?--Forse più tardi--Non potresti baciare il sole e le stelle?--Per quale persona?--Non è importante--Non ne sono sicuro--Non potresti…
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Teacher as a Cheerleader
The education in pandemic has been confined to laptops and mobiles. As the offline classes started with few students, I had students in my classroom who were reading and writing at a pre-kindergarten level. Helping those students to grow at…
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Due frammenti
Due microracconti privati.
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Speranze nel vento
Ero seduto sul bordo del marciapiede e una ragazza che ho amato mi era vicino. In piedi. Aveva i capelli rossi, credo…
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In una stanza
Un racconto breve di invisibile inquietudine…
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Kiss of spring
Supportment of flower
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How death waits
Currently, she is not taking any medication. She can speak a little but feel everything. Her legs are festering, ants live on her feet, she cannot turn around and lie only on her back.
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Lockdown
In this troubled times of COVID-19, giving a fresh perspective on the situation from a veteran war journalist.
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A Lullaby of Life
It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young that it does not let each other think of tomorrow. Just madly mixed in each other's sweat. So irresistible is…
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INSOMNIA
It's getting serious! One night goes, another comes and I remain here with my eyes open at a time when they are supposed to be closed. But they aren’t! I hear snores of the world and feel so poor… so…
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From “Poetry” to “Poet”
From “Poetry” to “Poet” by Ayan Dawn Now I am far away from you drowning in the nectar of alienation, remembering my first drop of tear. ******* Remember that day when I cried for the first time? When blood filled…
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A.bsurd is tan. City of dreams and words.
A.bsurd is tan. City of dreams and words by Alexander Chernavskiy Under the still clouds, the wind blows the city. Alejandro Jodorowsky All stones. part 1 Dream 1 The Emperor ruled in this town. His post was the spy- supplanter.…
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Input/Output
Do You know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by fear? Total kind. The kind I felt when they opened the cell. You’re entering and there is this little bulb…