The first time, you get fooled into doing something. You correct your folly but fall into a weird trap. Can you ever escape? Read on to know more... He was a little man, bespectacled, with a round face that gave him the semblance of an anxious owl. He devoured the newspaper to compensate for the solitude that had engulfed him after his wife had passed away. Not that he missed her for the reasons wives are missed. He had just got used to her tempestuous persona looming over him like a thundercloud. She had been a willowy woman,...
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Deepti Menon
Member Since: 15 Jan, 2014
Deepti has always believed in the power of the pen. Having done her post graduation in English Literature and her B.Ed. in English, she had the option of teaching and writing, and did both with great enjoyment. She started writing at the age of ten, ...
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