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Literary Brigadier

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My Dad. My Child.Anonymous · 6 min read · 49K reads'The cycle of life', a friend had said. It all keeps coming back to me and keeps filling my thoughts almost all the time. Never did I think, the return to childhood could be as markedly and uncannily accurate in all its granular details.Abstract
Hard StainsAnonymous · 64 min read · 75.7K readsThe hut was on fire, and amidst the heat, she fell asleep on a straw mattress, which was, now wet with sweat that tore off her skin and seeped down to the earth through her crumbled cotton sari.Abstract
The Horseshoe CliffsAnonymous · 72 min read · 75.9K readsThe dark sky broke, and it poured ferociously. Snowy was still running, undeterred. The rain that had rendered him helplessly shivering a year ago seemed to have absolutely no impact on him now. He sped amidst the mighty rain. He knew he had to do this now. He was the Messenger and the Savior today. The car raced through the slippery streets as it headed towards the beach.Drama