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StoryA Sonnet For Darkness nandinidhar011 years 8 months ago
CollectionKolkata-Amrikka Express nandinidhar011 years 8 months ago
CollectionSkin Tunes and Memory Tropes nandinidhar011 years 8 months ago
StoryWhy the Hyacinths Are the Way They Are nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryWhy the Hyacinths Are the Way They Are nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
Story“A Room? Why....” nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryWhat I Would Never Know ( My 200 Words) nandinidhar211 years 10 months ago
StoryLearning the Names nandinidhar111 years 10 months ago
StoryUn-longing nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Night They Broke It Into Two nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryLove Song from a Run-down British Port City nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryThings Untitled nandinidhar211 years 10 months ago
StoryManufacturing Love nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryOf Birth and Scars nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryJune 6, 2003 nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StoryFor Us nandinidhar011 years 10 months ago
StorySoft charcoal lines... littleditty312 years 2 months ago
StoryThank God, The Sky is Not Navy Blue nandinidhar316 years 11 months ago
Forum topic04.04.08 Story, Poem and Inspiration Point of the Week tcook217 years 1 week ago
StoryA TROPICAL CHILDHOOD. cjm317 years 4 weeks ago
StoryHappy New Year 2008 nandinidhar417 years 3 months ago
StoryLucky Thirteen Margharita817 years 4 months ago

My stories

Thank God, The Sky is Not Navy Blue

It took Maa eleven days to finish sewing Pipli's school uniform. You cannot just walk inside a school like that. In most places, you need at least a good solid official name.
Story of the week

Learning the Names

School is not the sort of place you can just walk in. First, you must know you have a name. Then you must know what that name is. But even that isn’t enough.

Un-longing

It scared me. What the needles talked. You held on to my knuckles trying to reach on to the marrow. Through the scald of the skin. Monday last. I saw the gold-tinted

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