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		<title>Ultimate Groove &#8211; A short story with Miss Malini</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/17/short-story-with-miss-malini/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 07:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
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Finally! Saturday arrived and Sasha was waiting impatiently fidgeting with her cellphone. “Any minute now!” she muttered. This must have been upteenth time that she uttered the very same sentence, over and over, since the last fifteen or so minutes; &#8211; while she was still there.
Phone calls, numerous emails and what not! You name it ….she tried almost every possible thing, just to meet her favorite radio host, ‘Miss Malini’.  In a way she idolized her. Sasha never met her personally, yet she came to like her more as a ...]]></description>
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		<title>End of the Red Season &#8211; Very Short Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 07:39:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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And everyday after Sam was a funeral. I woke only to weep. I mourned in the darkness of my tiny bedroom. Occasionally I would light a single, dusty candle and plead with a nameless, faceless god. JUST MAKE IT STOP! I was determined to hold vigil there endlessly unless he and I were united again. Or else I would grieve myself to death. My soul is torn in half why should my body not suffer as much! I shall not leave this room again!
At some point I completely disconnected. I ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Power of Love &#8211; A Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/07/13/the-power-of-love-a-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 09:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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It was a bright Monday morning. The passengers sitting in the chartered bus watched with sympathy as the beautiful young woman, with the walking stick, carefully made her way up the steep steps of the bus. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the seats, she moved ahead, walked down the aisle and found the seat that the conductor said was empty. Finally she settled in, placed her bag on her lap and rested her stick against her leg.
It had been a year since Sara became blind ...]]></description>
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		<title>You will reap as you sow</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/04/23/reap-as-you-sow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 13:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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 Six-year-old Shane was very excited. What he always wanted was finally going to happen. His grandpa would move in with them into their apartment. He would no longer have to spend time on his own when his parents were out at work.
Shane’s grandpa was so frail that his hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and he often faltered while walking.
“Welcome home, grandpa! We will be staying in the same room,” jumped about an excited Shane. He was so anxious to share his toys with grandpa. The old man was ...]]></description>
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		<title>A Special date</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/03/20/a-special-date/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 16:59:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Rob was a little surprised when his wife Teena insisted that he take someone else &#8211; another woman &#8211; out to dinner. Not once in the 15 years, he had known her, had she said that. Teena said, “Rob,  I love you a lot but this other woman loves you more and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman, Teena wanted to be his date, was his mother, who had been a widow for some 20 years, but Rob’s hectic schedule at work and his own family ...]]></description>
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		<title>Loving and understanding</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/03/10/loving-and-understanding/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 06:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Little Sam was very excited as he stood in front of the pet store. There was a big sign above the glass door that read: “Cute Puppies Just For You”. He was finally going to get a puppy for himself. Both Daddy and Mommy had agreed to it. Their only condition was that he should take care of it and it shouldn’t go about dirtying the house.
Taking a deep breath, Sam walked into the store. The owner was busy reading the newspaper. &#8220;How much do I need to buy a ...]]></description>
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		<title>Santa never forgets!</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/27/santa-never-forgets/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:27:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Nora was waiting eagerly for  Christmas. Well and why not, she would always look forward to this day  every year. And now, it was just round the corner. Christmas meant so  many things for this 7-year-old girl. It was all about fun and frolic,  sharing, and caring, buying new clothes, chocolates, decorating Christmas  trees and ummm&#8230;&#8230;..most importantly receiving gifts from Santa Claus.
Now Santa was usually generous  when it came to giving Nora what she wanted because Nora was a very  sweet girl. She ...]]></description>
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		<title>If only</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/25/if-only/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 08:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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&#8220;How I wish you had been  dead just after you were born,&#8221; said a disgusted Rick. This is what  he always told his kid brother. Nothing irked 15-year-old Rick more  than having little Aaron constantly trailing behind him. Anything he  did, anywhere he went, 5-year-old Aaron would follow him.
Rick&#8217;s parents decided on  a second issue so that their first-born wouldn&#8217;t feel lonely. It would  have been perfect with Rick as well had things happened on time. Rick  was no longer young and he ...]]></description>
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		<title>Fantasy</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/02/fantasy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 07:06:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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&#8220;You are not going to Smita&#8217;s birthday party. It&#8217;s too far away. Moreover we must go to Mahesh uncle&#8217;s house,&#8221; said Mrs Singh. &#8220;I am going nowhere with you people and I mean it,&#8221; shouted 12-year-old Resham. She banged the door of her room shut. After a while she heard the car leaving the portico. Memories of what had happened came pouring back and she was angry again. Resentful at her enforced exile. Afraid what would happen when they came back. She had a hot argument with her parents and ...]]></description>
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