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*******A picnic at Kregnaino******** When I was in school, picnics were a part of routine activity. I am not sure if the present-day children know the meaning of this word, but to us, it used to bring an immense thrill. It was customary for the school administrations to take the children to picnics at least…
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Growing Up
Growing Up Sunil was new to our colony. He was a few years senior to me and so naturally, I looked up to him for teaching me how to be a big boy. He wasn’t a kind one could take as an icon but he was all that was available to me. The bigger reason…
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Kashi and the Right hand crest- By Pradeep Mohan
A Story by Pradeep Mohan in FaceBook Kashi and the Right hand crest Brother Mulligan was a kind man and his gentleness and compassion we could see in his soft eyes and the way he walked and the way he talked and in his reluctance to punish and be severe or shame and humiliate. There…
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The Tamarind Pips
The Tamarind Pips I don’t know whether young girls indeed crave for sour things while approaching puberty or it’s age old adage. Does it help them contain their urges they have little control over or does it fire those is also beyond my knowledge and do they ever have such urges is what I wonder…
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CALLERS AT NIGHT
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Remembering Papa Jee
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