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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalKashmiri. An avid reader, who's having the great affection for longform feature writing. And in the days of yore, from the mound, he brought the dead red hen home to surprise his mummy. This is how he tell stories from the abandoned hamlet.Read More...
Kashmiri. An avid reader, who's having the great affection for longform feature writing. And in the days of yore, from the mound, he brought the dead red hen home to surprise his mummy. This is how he tell stories from the abandoned hamlet.
Read Less...Sprawling in a darkened room; I wholeheartedly awaited the doom The shy slab lying in a corner, is as heavy as my spinning skull I can't escape the addiction of an apocalypse, and of dreadful habits Barefooted in the lawn sauntering, I tried to heal my cursed wound Sundry to all. life is fickle: lik Read More...
Sprawling in a darkened room; I wholeheartedly awaited the doom The shy slab tying in a corner, is as heavy as my spinning skull I can't escape the addiction of an apocalypse, and of dreadful habits Barefooted in the lawn sauntering, I tried to heal my cursed wound Sundry to all. life is fickle: lik Read More...
Sprawling in a darkened I wholeheartedly awaited the doom The shy slab tying in a corner, is as heavy as my spinning skull I can't escape the addiction of an apocalypse, and of dreadful habits Barefooted in the lawn sauntering, I tried to heal my cursed wound Sundry to all. life is fickle: like my s Read More...
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