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November 15, 1995, Jodhpur, Rajasthan The asylum dormitory had a pall of gloom hanging over it. The stench of urine

It was a dry and cold evening, perhaps to signify the departure of the dull nightmare that was 2020. Covind

Mere looked at the morning starlight shining through the window, illuminating her soggy cereal. She had been eating the same

Brahma’s living room is my abode. Turns out I’m quite popular among the Earthlings. Perhaps it all began with Aristotle,

“Rise and shine! Good morning, Occupant EU-17331113! Time for your morning run, let’s go, chop-chop!” The shrill droning of the

In my older and less vulnerable years a book gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my

Everything had changed. The fireplace didn’t comfort her with its warm embrace anymore. Home no longer felt like home. She

“THE TIME IS TEN O’CLOCK,” bellowed the clock tower. Unflinching, the professor went on with his lecture and the class

“Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the old town road/ I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more”, the

A resident of flat no. 45 in Vandana Society, Mrs.Mangalam is a grandmother of 5. Being an avid connoisseur of