BAISA

The morning was beautiful with the refracted golden and silver rays splaying on the surface of the river waters. A small boat danced sprightly on the low waters and perambulated each time a gush of strong wind passed through the river. Deeply engrossed in watching the opulent display of nature’s wealth, Baisa stirred for a…

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The End of the World

“Unfortunately, you have not been accepted,” she said. The young man frowned. He lowered his eyes, as if refusing to face reality, which was another day in the same old town, barely surviving on his wage. He wanted out of this dead end, out of the country. He had been told that with his qualification,…

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Little Fingers

As an adolescent I was responsible for an accident that resulted in a good three-quarters of my friend’s little finger getting chopped off. Right hand. We were goofing around, four of us, the victim on the enclosed window ledge in his room-we needed him to be trapped; I don’t recollect the details of the scene…

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Bulldozer

It is evening again when Shiv wakes up on the warm sand and hears the boatman call out to him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees another figure, no, two, approach the boat. He sits up slowly, shakes the sand off his limbs and shields his eyes from the descending sun. Short…

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