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The Spirit of Things

A tune wafts through the windows and corridors of our building, it glides through the blades of grass outside on the lawns and lingers with the rustle of the leaves of the frangipani and coconut trees.“Sokoli tumar iccha,Iccha-moyee, Tara, tumi.Tomar karma, tumi koro...

The Rains

A short story from my fiction blog. It’s been a while. Please have a read, especially if you’re in the mood for some romance. 🙂