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Kamala watched the muddy raindrop slide along the tender stem of the sapling. The sapling grew through a crack along concrete in a corner of the sidewalks. That crack was new, she could tell. She ...
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Tapan does real estate construction as his day job and writes short stories and poems, often, at night. He was selected for Star TV Writers program, Bangalore Literature Festival (Bookmark event for new writers) and Jaipur Literature Festival (First Book event). He is one of the winners of the current ‘Times Of India, Write India – 2’. His stories are published in Kitaab, Café Dissensus, Different Truths, The Spark and other literary magazines. He lives in Bengaluru with his extended family.
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31 அக்டோபர் 2018Thank you for writing from different perspectives and imagine the thoughts of the (even today) invisible ones.
01 டிசம்பர் 2021Too harsh depiction of extreme exploitation of depressed,helpless and poor section of indian society and total indifferent attitude towards them by fellow well to do Indian brothers. 😢😢😢😢😢😢 The author is successful in making the reader to shed TEARS reading painful conditions of poor India in Bengal Famine. May All Mighty save us from such recurrence, perhaps our RULER are no better than English Rulers.- 22 ஆகஸ்ட் 2019this is so beautifully written. the famine of Bengal is often sidelined in our history books to give way to the momentous events leading up to independence. it's a heart rending story. brilliant!
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