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It started long back when the people from the Pole grew envious of the bright, hard sun of the Equator. And so the painters at the pole painted a sun that was bright, yellow, and fierce. They held their brushes at an angle of sixty-six and a half degrees between their fingers and…
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The sky is the same here as it is in the other parts of the world. With foamy clouds studded here and there and the sun shining away merrily, it conceals so much in its majestic blue attire. In fact, the sky hardly shows any sign of what this region is undergoing during these…
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The world was already old when it was set up. On that day, the smoke had started coming out of the chimney. The gears in the grass had started turning the blades towards a young sun who was surprised to have been woken from some ancient slumber. Thoughts burnt in the furnace of…
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Note: This can be read separately or as a continuation of the following story: The air was still and the sun was soft. He could hear the sound of clouds sliding on an invisible sheet of some crispy material. The soft sun rays pricked him, but he didn't seem to care. He looked…

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It was a moment of clarity. A moment where you understood the entire scheme of things going on around in the nearby of your thoughts. It tells you all…
He picked up his pen. It had been a long time since he had written something worthwhile. Random scribbles were strewn all across the pages- thoughts…
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Qissah

Short stories. And all that we forgot.

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