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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Chasing a dream &#8211; Short fiction story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 08:40:53 +0000</pubDate>
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“Follow your dreams…do what your heart says…not what your mind says…” as Simi heard these words her mind went back to 20 years. These were the very same words she had heard then from her uncle who had come over from the USA for a vacation. He had said, had he not followed his dreams, he would have never been this happy. He was a successful entrepreneur having a company of his own and employing around 50 people. That’s what he always wanted to do. Be the boss rather than ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; The Unspoken &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 06:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
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“I don’t know Ma, how to bridge this gap between father and son. I die every day to see it all happening in front of my eyes”. A sobbing Shyamali explained to her mother on the phone. But interrupted by the sounds coming from the living room she hung up hastily.
“You little brat, what are you? You still are too small to teach me ways of life. I have spent last 25 years of my life, serving for this country”. Pointing a finger towards his son, Retd. Col Singh shouted ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Sometimes you don&#8217;t get a chance &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 06:21:34 +0000</pubDate>
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It was a day in summer solstice. I was on my way back home, feeling the heat of scorching sun. Having done tedious work at my classroom, I got exhausted. Much to my chagrin, the blistering sun, not taking exception, pronounced my irritation even more. As I was completely debilitated, I took off the road to a tree where I thought, I could relax.
When I was loosening up myself, under the tree, one of my friends, going through the same way, saw me and came to me. He looked happy, ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Instant Relationships &#8211; Short Stories Online</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 06:04:38 +0000</pubDate>
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The CNBC channel had organized an investor meeting for the 4th of January. Being an avid investor in the stocks Raj decided to attend the meeting. Destiny played its part he had a beautiful neighbour Aditi who was an avid investor in the stocks herself. They hit off instantly with the initial talks veering around stock markets and their portfolios.
The very next day, Aditi found a message from Raj, &#8220;the markets seem to be going up, which stock do you recommend.&#8221;
Aditi replied, &#8220;Infosys obviously.&#8221; And she rattled off the numbers ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Father &amp; Son &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 05:49:48 +0000</pubDate>
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When will he throw away his toys in the basement? When will he start differentiating between what is right and wrong? When will he grow up? The answers don’t come swiftly for a learning father like me.
“Papa, why do those birds sing early in the morning?” my six years old Christopher Columbus asks me with a hand full of chocolates and a mind full of questions. I put in the picture, “Because they know you don’t have an alarm clock to wake you up for the school.” His dancing eye ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Ice Blade</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 10:05:43 +0000</pubDate>
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Tring…….Tring…….
“Oh! What a bother and that too in the morning,” thought Rohit as he put the alarm on his cell phone back to snooze mode. The holidays had just started for him and yet his mother insisted on him putting up an alarm for eight in the morning, knowing fully well that he was not going to get up so early. He snuggled up to his pillow. However, he found that he was only lazing about on the bed as sleep eluded him. Fed up of lying on the bed ...]]></description>
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		<title>Book Review: Corporate Atyachaar By Abhay Nagarajan</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 07:35:06 +0000</pubDate>
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“George Pattison once said, “ it is better to fight for something than live for nothing.” Corporate Atyaachar is one such story of a young graduate freshly out of grad school who learns the nuances of the business world bit by bit fighting each day. The author Abhay Nagarajan paints a colorful picture of the life of a young 24-year-old recruit his trials and tribulations and his tryst with an irksome, self obsessed narcissist boss.
Armed with a bachelors degree from Shri Ram College of Commerce and a masters in finance ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-Maybe there is a Father Christmas!</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/10/guest-story-maybe-there-is-a-father-christmas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:08:02 +0000</pubDate>
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Anna stood wistfully staring at the sky whilst dear little Molly, just three years old, looked up at the pretty doll with beautiful long blonde tresses in the window of the toy shop on the edge of town. &#8220;Mummy&#8221; Molly said, &#8220;that&#8217;s the doll I would like Father Christmas to bring me&#8221;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; a tear rolled down Anna&#8217;s cheek&#8230;., seen only by the moonlight&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; she knew that it would be impossible for her to buy poor little Molly anything this year. They were supposed to start a new life in Spain ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-The Church of Rogaine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 12:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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The hair restoration television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Men, is your life missing something?” Bald men sulk in front of mirrors, trying on baseball caps and running their hands through thinning or non-existent hair. Then they dramatically hang their heads and shake them in defeat.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints’ television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Is your life missing something?” Housewives, elderly folks, and young urban professionals sit in their cars, rocking chairs, and behind their office desks. They look beaten down by ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-Romance Of Painting- The legend of imagination</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/08/guest-story-romance-of-painting-the-legend-of-imagination/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 10:13:12 +0000</pubDate>
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My eyes were drawn to one of the paintings are displayed neatly in front of me. Today is Thursday, right in the month of August in 2011. I walked to one of a very dark room, my feet stepped on something, I&#8217;m surprised, I turned around and lowered my head, look over there a middle-aged woman who was painting. I&#8217;m confused as to why in this dark room there was a woman who paints only with a speck of light candles in front of him. I did not dare approach ...]]></description>
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