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StoryYaacob's Curry unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryValentine’s X’mas Party unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
Storywashed ashore unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Chicken and the Crow unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Dead Letter Box of Pleadings unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryReggie's Father's Vindaloo unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Cow unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryKL 2 unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryThings Far and Near unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryNew Year unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryKarthikan's law unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryLazarus unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Grandmother, the Chicken Curry and the Fox unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
Storyinklings unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
Storydog on pavement unni_kumaran011 years 10 months ago
StoryPonggal unni_kumaran213 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Mosquito unni_kumaran213 years 3 months ago
StoryGenga - A remembrance unni_kumaran214 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Tiffin Carrier Man unni_kumaran414 years 7 months ago
Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2414 years 7 months ago
StoryMangrove Blooms unni_kumaran214 years 8 months ago
StoryNasi Lemak unni_kumaran215 years 8 months ago

My stories

The Chicken and the Crow

God thought of chicken and crow. It asked the chicken whether it wanted beauty or longevity. ‘Beauty’, the chicken answered, without a moment’s thought.

The Mosquito

The Mosquito God was in his creation mode conjuring the creatures to inhabit the earth. He thought of the mosquito and asked the yet to be formed idea, what shape and attributes it would like.

The Dead Letter Box of Pleadings

There is a site on the Internet with the url www.thedeadletterboxofpleadings.com . People began to be attracted to the site about ten years ago.

Reggie's Father's Vindaloo

The Vindaloo is a bastard dish of no fixed abode
Gold cherry

A matter of time

The clock had stopped and my father was frantic.

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