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Song of Death

The house Naina lived in is falling apart, with flaked paint and a collapsed ceiling. Naina and I grew up together. I did not have many friends to play with. She was my one and only friend. I would roam around in the locality with Naina, climbing trees and swimming in …

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I see innumerable people every day. The teeming population come and go – some of them, kind enough to toss a coin or two in my bowl. I see so many kinds of people, and wonder, am I the only one who has no one? Am I the only one who …

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