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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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”That is the fan tailed fly catcher, Baba,” Rachana exclaimed. “It sings very melodiously. Both the male and the female make nest working together, using grass sticks.” Satish and his wife Vidya with their only child Rachana had moved into their small little row house in a lovely natural surrounding even though it was in Mumbai. A small piece of land in front and at the back of the house gave Vidya ample opportunity to grow choice flower plants such as rose, mogra, night queen, ananta, periwinkles, cobra flower, nice looking but without fragrance addenium, ixora etc. Few chafa, bamboo and a couple of coconut and a mango trees graced the wilderness. Due to the affinity to the National Park, a number of uncommon birds came to the area. The mornings, particularly the dawns, full of melodious sounds was a regular affair. Koel, the familiar musical bird was known for…