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HER KIT HAD LAUNDRY, NOT TENNIS RACKET; SHE REALIZED THE FARCE
Sona and Ganesh were in Sunwal House, Sona having her breakfast at the dining table and Ganesh, busy leafing through a small booklet by a cupboard, in the dining hall. “Why don’t you take this Manual for Injuries and Treatments along, Sona?” Ganesh, holding the booklet in his hand, walked to the dining table where… Read…
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SIX SIMPLE STEPS TO EFFECTIVE WRITING
You Can Write Far Better Than What You Think You Do. Writing is a craft that sometimes rises to the level of arts. So stop being an artist. Be a craftsman. Use a wordsmith’s tools – plain old hard thinking and the plain old tools of English language. Put such words on paper that people… Read…
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SHE SLUMP-SQUATTED HICCUPING AND CRIED, HER FRAIL TORSO RATTLING
(𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍, 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋, 𝐁𝐘 𝐏. 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓; 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑; “𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒”) “How are you doing, baby?” Sona heard someone calling from behind. “What a surprise Anjana Aunty!” she exclaimed as she turned around and saw Aarti’s mother, addressing her. “You look far fitter than when I saw you last. You are up so… Read…