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Sandeep Kamble
AuthorSandeep Kamble, currently a school teacher is a dreamer, thinker and visionary. He loves reading and writing stories unraveling the ground level truths. A heforshe, he believes in the right of free living for the feminine and wants to bring the change in society with his writing.Read More...
Women of Virtue
Books by Sandeep Kamble
Stories to have your eyes opened to see the truth. Female is the prime gender in the nature, all the great groups or colonies have a female as their alpha. From a herd of elephants, pack of killer whales, hyenas, even from a pride of lions to the queens of ant colony and the queen of a beehive. Females have a grand place in the nature, they are mostly bigger, stronger and have the dominance over the males. But in humans, females have backed up, dropped their s
Her Clipped Wings
Books by Sandeep Kamble
She will fight till her last breath, she told herself. Vengeance is all there is in her mind waking up shivering with the cold. She lay curled up on the top of a hill. Surrounded with pitch-black darkness, she jerked her head at every tiny rattle in the bushes or a squeak of a rat. Far at the horizon, she could see a railway station and trains coming and going frequently.
She had no idea of how she got there, neither of what happened to her. Every in
THE INNOCENCE OF IT
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Sandeep Kamble in True Story | Reads: 302 | Likes: 1
THE INNOCENCE OF IT.. I don’t remember exactly when did I see her for the first time. Was it the first or the second or the third year in that school? I don’t remember. All I remember is that we were young, I mean really young. All those years thinking about her, I wondered what i Read More...
Published on May 6,2020 01:11 PM
THE BLACK DEATH
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Sandeep Kamble in General Literary | Reads: 324 | Likes: 1
The door bell rang. It was you again. Every time you do that, I get an impulse to fall into your arms and break down crying. But, I know I can’t. I yearn to let you in, so you can stay with me. But I fear my family won't understand. They always ask me what I’m doing by the door when you Read More...
Published on Mar 29,2020 07:09 PM
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