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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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As Asutosh comes out of the railway station, it is almost 10 PM. The station is relatively small, with a single room belonging to the station master. A few low-power incandescent bulbs scarcely light the platform. The silence and the darkness have combined to create a haunting atmosphere. There is no other living being in sight. Even the station master, it seems, has left the platform. No point blaming him. It is a chilly Friday night in the month of December, and the biting cold wind is enough to send people scurrying for comfort under a warm blanket. Asutosh sighs. He had heard about the notoriously cold winter nights of Birbhum, and as he stands shaking in the cold, he realises just how true the descriptions were. Asutosh has a fever, which makes matters even worse. He felt quite fine while boarding the train, but his health had deteriorated along…