A gust of
wind swept away the photograph from her hand. One step and the sea swallowed
her "pain".
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Friday, October 25, 2013
THE WINDOW
Sourav woke up from his deep slumber. No one could have woken him up; it was quiet – too quiet for comfort. He sat up and opened his transom window, DEAD silence.
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