Missing Daughters

She waved at me from her rooftop, a mere child of a girl. I thought she looked about eight year’s old. The sight of her, in a sleeveless and flimsy white smock, chilled me to the bone. It was the…

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 I wrote this story a few months back for a writing contest but didn’t submit it 🙂 I wanted it on my website, so here’s my last short story for the year 2017 🙂   ‘Pratha slumped in front of…

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