Second story at INDImag
The girl and her parents reached the village late at night. The storm that had slowed down their bus had …
The girl and her parents reached the village late at night. The storm that had slowed down their bus had …
– a story I lay there in the blue light listening to the rhythm of the train. The rest of …
– a short story I am a ghost. Well don’t run away. I wouldn’t dream of scaring anyone. In all …
– a short story. She looked at him across the compartment. He looked back at her nonchalantly. There was no …
– A short story She was miserable. Her heart felt heavy. The tears ready to flow. He doesn’t love me. …
...................... weaving words through dreams
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