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The Forgiveness Project

It is a region consistently ranked high on happiness indexes, boasting of year long summers, and a lifestyle that would paralyze the East Coast in its calmness. That such a place could house any patients to treat unhappiness would be … Continue reading

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The “Heated” Dispute of Prakriti’s Abuse

In air-conditioned conference rooms with exorbitantly priced bottled water, they discoursed on the veracity of violation of a woman named Prakriti. Revered as a goddess in only myths; she is an epitome of Shakti. The judge upheld his duty to hear both … Continue reading

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Her First and Last Love

She had begun to love every little detail about the world. The piled up folders in her tiny cubicle; the weight of her company laptop that hung over her shoulder like Coleridge’s dead albatross, a reminder of the work to … Continue reading

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World’s No. 1 Place to Travel

Suraj was browsing through the headlines in his news app when he found another article ranking top tourist destinations around the world. He felt some solace in having visited 4 cities out of the 10, yet he couldn’t digest stacking … Continue reading

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Chapter One – The Lady at Trinity Church

Hatches discovered a neat little opportunity to bug her sister by singing the lyrics to her favorite candy commercial. It’s a JUICY, fine treat with oh so many pops that tickles and tickles your tongue like it’s never gonna stop! … Continue reading

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The Shadow Poet

She took a glance at the featured artist column of the daily newspaper and was happy to see a new poem published that day. The Boy Who Cried… My office chair cannot compare to the comfort of my mother’s lap, … Continue reading

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