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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Happy New Year &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2012 17:28:44 +0000</pubDate>
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“Yes mom I’ll be there by evening. Don’t worry. Now can I tempt you to put the phone down so that I can reach my office on time and not drive my boss crazy, yet again?” I said on the phone while typing away the last line of my article and clicked the print icon on my Mac.
“Ok” she said and the phone went dead. Thank God.
I just couldn’t figure out why my mom thinks that she needed to remind me every single thing especially if it had anything to ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Known Strangers &#8211; Short Romantic Stories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 17:38:12 +0000</pubDate>
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Hard eight months have elapsed by now. Aditi stays separated from Sekhar with Rohan, her three year old son. Aditi had to be strong enough to take such a firm decision when nothing was really working fine between her and Sekhar. She had been trying for a decade almost to adjust with the robotic IT Manager, but of no use. And that was one wrong decision she had taken when nothing could she fight back anymore to stay under the same roof along with her machinelike husband. Kind of experimentation, ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; The Photograph &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 09:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;Oh GOD&#8230;the room is a mess again. No mom. Not again. Please try to understand that the photo you are searching is not there in this house. So please mom don&#8217;t make a mess of everything and give me more work. I can&#8217;t clean this up. It&#8217;s tiring&#8221;. Jenny spoke as she wondered where she should start the cleaning up. The papers from the files in the rack lay in all directions. The clothes from the closet were thrown everywhere in the room. 10 year old Ryan&#8217;s toy basket was ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; The Email &#8211; Short Fiction Stories</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2012/05/24/guest-story-the-email-short-fiction-stories/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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With her usual morning cup of coffee in her hands, Payal sat in front of her computer and opened her email. She looked at the watch. It was 7 am, still two more hours to report to office. Plenty of time. This was the advantage of staying alone, she thought, no responsibilities of marriage, no baggage of duties towards husband and children. She had all the time to herself. Of course, deep down she knew this was just her own way of consoling herself, making herself feel better, for not ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; After The Rains &#8211; Short Stories Online</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2012/05/22/guest-story-after-the-rains-short-stories-online/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 18:21:18 +0000</pubDate>
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Sid could hardly buy any sleep that night. He was 30,000 feet above sea level seated in the business class of the country’s best airways. He felt as if he was actually flying still higher as he was heading home to see Madhu, his two year old kid. He could still feel the touch of Madhu when he took her in his hands when she was born, her harmonic cry, her tiny feet, her twinkling eyes… He remembered it all!!! He felt himself to be a proud dad! But this ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; Chasing a dream &#8211; Short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2012/05/16/guest-story-chasing-a-dream-short-fiction-story/</link>
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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>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2012/05/01/guest-story-sometimes-you-dont-get-a-chance-short-fiction-story/</link>
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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>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2012/05/01/guest-story-instant-relationships-short-stories-online/</link>
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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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