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Killing is never a solution. I don’t know what had come over him the last few days. Till a week or so back, everything was fine. Well, as fine as it could be for two strangers, a man and a … Continue reading
Was it because I had been thinking about her? Should that have made a difference when I had never forgotten her in the first place? Or was it a much simpler reason? Like Punishment. For a man engaged to one woman, one … Continue reading
“So you have a girlfriend?” I smiled over the onions and replied without looking up, “Yeah.” “Oh, where is she?” “Hmm, about six hours away. By flight.” “You must be missing her terribly, wouldn’t you?” This time I laughed, “You have … Continue reading
“Avisa?” “Sharan?” We both smiled politely and nodded at each other. Between two people who meet for the first time while knowing that their lives from then on will be irrevocably changed, there’s nothing much to talk about and the … Continue reading