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The Night Of The Accident
I was at a party, that day, and was returning home at the darkest hour of the night.
The Red City Lights
What happens when you are in the middle of a road full of speeding cars? Who helps you?
Autobiography of a flower
I was a rose flower. I am referring to myself in the past tense, because I think I am no longer a flower.
A Tale of Two Packages
As soon as the doorbell rang, a change came over Mrs. Sharma. She excitedly ran towards the door.
Autobiography of a coat
A coat narrates the ups and downs in its life and how it changed completely.....
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