“ Ma! A little kajal and some eyeshadow is what I need now. ” He said to…
W.R. Anbu Mathika
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I am not me. I am not original. I am a mixture of a lot of things. I am like the gentle breeze. Like the tranquilityand suspense of the calm ocean. Like the orange-red colour of a hot iron rod. Like the freshness of the first drizzle of the August month. Like a small toddler with gleaming eyes who says, " I will be a writer one day". Like someone who believes that " The pen is mightier than the sword".
This is a true story about how an acid attack victim has survived inspite of all the…
This story is about how long distance relationships can work and what is really needed is only…
Once upon a time there lived four cows in a small village. They were called Eagy,…
This story is based on a true tale about a fashion designer who walked a different path…
This story is about the increasing number of cases of child abuse and sexual assault nowadays. The…
I remember the small cute stickers of different animals and smileys she had given me when we…
This story is about Narcissus, a man who fell in love with his own reflection and later…
My hair was set loose to move with the wind. I was sitting in the bus with…
Based on a true incident Female genital mutilation is a very sensitive social issue which violates the…
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