Stories
The much awaited concert
Two minutes to show time. The musician prepared himself. Cradling his guitar, he checked its tuning again. The instrument was ready, the stage, set; the
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Stories
Who am I?
Who am I? How did all this happen? How did I become this person? Why did I become this person? It makes no sense anymore. How could
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Independence
“I can do it”, he thought to himself, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He stood in the long queue, waiting for his turn. His
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Lavish
“I try to memorize the lines that I’ve written but I can hardly read them anymore. The teardrops begin to fall on the crumpled piece
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The Lunchbox
“Another boring day”, he thinks to himself, trying his best to smile as he walks into the kitchen. He turns to his mother. With a
