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CollectionFood Tales unni_kumaran011 years 9 months ago
StoryYaacob's Curry unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryValentine’s X’mas Party unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
Storywashed ashore unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Chicken and the Crow unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Dead Letter Box of Pleadings unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryReggie's Father's Vindaloo unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Cow unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryKL 2 unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryThings Far and Near unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryNew Year unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryKarthikan's law unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryLazarus unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Grandmother, the Chicken Curry and the Fox unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
Storyinklings unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
Storydog on pavement unni_kumaran011 years 11 months ago
StoryPonggal unni_kumaran213 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Mosquito unni_kumaran213 years 4 months ago
StoryGenga - A remembrance unni_kumaran214 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Tiffin Carrier Man unni_kumaran414 years 8 months ago
Forum topicCherry Pressure? well-wisher2414 years 8 months ago
StoryMangrove Blooms unni_kumaran214 years 9 months ago
StoryNasi Lemak unni_kumaran215 years 9 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Valentine’s X’mas Party

Valentine’s X’mas and New Year parties were legendary. Everyone got invited. The invitations will begin several weeks before the day; everyone Valentine met during that time will be invited.

washed ashore

a tree trunk washed ashore. three days it took from where i saw it first bobbing in the possessive (unwilling) sea for its deliverance upon the dry shore.

Things Far and Near

I see things far and near. Nearest are you, just there across the table, distant in your thoughts. Farther still are the hills of changing hues that always remind me of you.

inklings

my inklings are always false nothing i guess comes true poor me my delights are now or in the past

New Year

Last Day of the Year Sun sets with no farewell Tomorrow it rises

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