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Storms came. Then earthquakes. The world was charred by fire. As the child set out in the desolate hungry land with his one prized possession, he often met with accidents and cut his arms and legs protecting it. It attracted all sorts of creatures, but he let himself be bitten than throw it away. He died an old man with it in his arms. The notebook from school days which that girl had scribbled in a long time ago.

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Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

March 13, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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