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Every evening, cool breeze from the Ganges used to find its way through the solitary window of Baby’s shack, after the siren from the jute mill shrieked to announce a recess for the second shift, on ...
A horrific incident written beautifully
very sad fact written in words.... loved it
a request. Please read my stories too and give your review
Excellent writing. It fits exactly into the classical definition of a story with all the threads intertwined rightly and aptly.
Awesome revelation of the events of the pre independence.days.Hienious acts of atrocities carried out in the name of religions which still seem to continue ,when will all this end.?👌💐
Fantastic narrative. I especially like the metal strip on the calendar!
Looking forward to reading more fine work. Bravo!
True picture. Even now, the scenario didn't change.