Biryani Blues | Sarthak Sharma
Abu Saleem’s biryani brought Abu as much fame as our small town could possibly offer. He had been … [Read More...]
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The noose was fashioned from a thin, jute rope; it dangled from the old oak tree that marked the middle of the city’s square. The King’s soldiers circled the noose and the tree, their shields high and their spears sharp. A large,
Name: M. Saravanakumar. M.A. English Literature. Works at a private college. A dark, well-built body. Black, trimmed mustache. I leaned forward from the table and observed him. Whenever I do so, I fix a well-practiced smile of warmth
Manju was usually the first to arrive at school each morning, but today was different. Normally she would leave home at 8.30 am. along with her elder brother Bibin, but whilst he generally dawdled and fooled around with other students
Abu Saleem’s biryani brought Abu as much fame as our small town could possibly offer. He had been … [Read More...]
This happens to be a new year party. Everyone here is intoxicated. The night is as young as ever and … [Read More...]
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