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		<title>It&#8217;s a goal &#8211; A short football story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/07/03/short-football-story-fifa-2010/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 18:32:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I never loved football. Not because that I didn’t find it interesting, but because I never understood the game. ‘Quite silly! If you ask me.’ Two teams going on for 90 mins just to kick the ball into a giant net. “90 freaking minutes! Are you kidding me?” In that time I can read through an interesting book, instead! The tactics of running around a ball all over the field like a numb is surely something that is beyond my thinking.
“I will never play this game ….ever!” I quoted with ...]]></description>
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		<title>Golden Adventure &#8211; A short teen story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/08/short-teen-story-golden-adventur/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 04:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
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Once again it was the same problem &#8211; the food was not up to the mark. The rice being overcooked and the dal being too insipid; and what was utterly unforgivable was the fish curry. For one thing that Raj can never compromise on was his fish curry &#8211; it has to be perfect…………
Seething with anger, he called for the cook who was none other than his mom, Sheila. “Mom, what is the matter with you? Ever since I have come back from my hostel, I have not ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Wait &#8211; Part 2 &#8211; Now a short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/20/wait-part-2-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 03:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=693</guid>
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I used to wait for hours on end, sometimes even days for that one little reply; either as a scrap on the wall of my social networking site. Not that I am desperate, but sometimes it so happens; that I cannot wait. I have to get the person to reply otherwise there is something seriously wrong. Maybe I am just assuming things. “But assuming is better than being carefree right?”
Well let me explain this in more of a fervent manner.
The last time, you saw me staggering about a certain girl. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Love in Life &#8211; Short Valentines&#8217; Day Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/10/love-in-life-short-valentines-day-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 10:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
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Andrew was kind of bored. He wondered what was up with Eva. From his balcony, Andrew aimed his powerful binoculars towards the tiny cottage searching for little Nina as he heard her voice floating towards him through a short distance.
“Where’s Eva?” Eva was Nina&#8217;s aunt who had taken the little one under her wings when her parents died in a car crash. It didn’t matter that at 26 years, Eva was quite young herself! And how the two were now managing to stay in the tiny one bedroom cottage puzzled ...]]></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>Just another ordinary day</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/18/just-another-ordinary-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 11:10:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=133</guid>
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Anu woke up and kept her eyes closed for some more time, it was quite early she knew. This was the best part of the day when the house was quiet and there was only the hum of the air conditioning and the gentle snoring of Ragav, her husband next to her. She thought of the day ahead, nothing very special to do she decided. Just another ordinary, routine boring day. There was a meeting in one of the ladies&#8217; organizations she belonged to at 10.00 A.M. I may not ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Homecoming</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/10/30/the-homecoming/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 11:42:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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The unusual rainfall in December added to the cold; it sent shudders all through the spines of people out of their cosy beds at night. Sutirtho sat on a broken bench near the entrance of the platform, bedraggled and shivering in cold. The arcane darkness of night presented an awry sight, with the foxes howling at a distance and frogs croaking relentlessly. The train engine had gone for a toss; the driver of the engine had fought hard to repair it, but all in vain. The next train to Azimgunj ...]]></description>
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		<title>Olive Green Eyes</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/10/28/olive-green-eyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 19:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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The market place was abuzz with excitement. The streets were filled with hawkers selling sweetmeats, ornaments, abbayas, caps, clothes anything and everything that people could possibly lay their hands on after the evening Iftaar. It was the big day tomorrow,today it was the eve of Ramadan. Small lights red blue and green twinkled like a million stars in the night,the entire gully sparkled with the brilliance of a thousand diamonds. The heavenly aroma of murgh biryani and shahi phirni engulfed the houses by the streets.
My heart fluttered at this sight,it ...]]></description>
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