Dr Goy looked at the grey skies through the lab window. His cure would come too late, or perhaps never. ‘The board has found you unfit for the tenure. You did not publish or apply for any patents in the
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The insanity didn’t just run in my family. It had ambled through, taking time to know each of us personally. My brother with his schizophrenia, my mother with her addictions, and I the bipolar middle child completed a holy trinity
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“Who says he’s seeing this place the way we’re seeing it? Humans see what they want to see.” Not me though. I see things in neat black-and-white rows. Gone are the days when bibliophiles settled with us in tidy nooks
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Only the dead have seen the end of the war – George Santayana *** We Ukrainians are a superstitious lot. We knock on the wood thrice before delivering good news, not once do we gift watches to our near and
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A Second Cup of Tea. Hello bees, http://mybook.to/Tea2 What are your sentiments, when you think of a steaming, hot cup of tea on a rainy muggy monsoon day? Warmth, solace, peace and comfort. This is exactly what this anthology represents.
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Wonderland was in a frenzy. For a few days, its drab grey magical skies had turned purple, probably reflecting the rare excitement of its inhabitants, imagining and discussing the fate of what was most likely the trial of the decade.
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For my faith, that sometime wavers, I apologise; I wish, I was patient I realise. You were my lord, my saviour, I am dark, you are the sunrise. I bribed, my lord: I lusted, granted wrong favor Ashamed, I Can’t
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Book Review : Just another wave by Sai Surve-Rane is a quaint collection of 41 poems divided into various thematic compartments ranging from Nature, Reflections, emotions and personal perspectives. Every poem is meant for a particular mood. Some words are
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Look at you, an innocent face concealing the slyness within! Do you really feel nothing as you bite into your marmalade smeared bread with relish, while the wolf howls at the full moon, bloodied and hacked by their dull blades.
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“Sigmund Freud, I blame you for my taste in men.” I tossed aside the book I was browsing through. “Excuse me? “A bartender with an unusually long nose looked up with a quizzical expression. “A Cuba Libre please.” I had
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