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		<title>Different Morning -Raghav’s adventure story- Part 5</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/23/short-story-raghav-meets-dj-nikhil-chinapa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 13:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
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It was 4 am of the Sunday morning when our eyes opened. Delhi’s air is freshest at this time. The only Homo sapiens we could see other than five of us were newspaper vendors. Every vendor who crossed us gave us a very strange gaze. It took me about 15 minutes to reboot and refresh my senses to realize that I have been lying down unconsciously on footpath with my friends Gaurav, Ashu, Peeyush and Abhijeet. It seemed that we were badly beaten – kicked, punched and stamped before somebody ...]]></description>
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		<title>Adventures of Raghav &#8211; Part 2 &#8211; Short Adventure Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 18:15:51 +0000</pubDate>
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“Ahh! No sky diving event please”, I said timidly to Peeyush. He asked me “What happened Raghav? We will be just watching it, not doing it.”
I said in exasperation &#8211; “Whatever, I am not interested”. I gave every possible reason not to go there, after all, how could I have told  them about the dream last night&#8230; they would have made  fun of me.
But the discussion continued while we stood in punishment. Then all of a sudden, Ashu interrupted in-between and said&#8230; “I have done rafting once and want to ...]]></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>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>
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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 Big House</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/10/30/the-big-house/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2008 11:29:02 +0000</pubDate>
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So this was the big old house that Sandhya had heard of so often from her childhood. Her father and her widowed aunt had already given her a good idea of how big the house was but even then she could not contain her awe. It extended across three streets. The front entrance, low and ornate and made of Burma teak stood next door to the roofless Shiva temple. The backdoor opened to the highway the third road from the front door. She had been too young to remember this ...]]></description>
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