Rewriting ...
I don't have much to say, and whatever I try to say, I cannot say it well. My apologies.
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My Dear Ian
How are you? Please don’t be upset that it’s been so long since we last spoke. It’s not that I don’t think of you—I think of you often. But ...
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I had a wonderful realization today. I realized, for the first time, that God cannot probably give you anything even if you pray fervently. ...
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Anando stretched his left hand towards the melting sun. This everyday scene is never old to him. Dusk and dawn was the height of spiritualit...
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So, finally I am leaving Bangalore. Heading towards a rather unruly city, they say. Will I be happy? I have to be. Afterall that’s my decisi...
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eagerly waiting for the remaining part :)
" But he again counted till ten. One, two, three, four ... ten. And it was over. And again there was one till he finally realised he is actually a scoundrel."
Or not a scoundrel at all but a homosexual who doesn't know it yet. I understand they exist, especially in certain traditional societies.
Excuse me for such a comment which may be completely alien to the eternal moment. But please grant your fictional characters the freedom to be themselves and not tied to the ideas & prejudices of their author.
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