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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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Have you ever felt like garbage? You would think, why would I give such an analogy?  Nobody wants to think about it. But I felt like it that day. I have never been good at making friends. Moving to a new city after tenth grade accentuated my life as an outcast. Until by the end of eleventh grade I was adopted by a bunch of popular kids. My name is Gauri. I was in last year of senior school. I was smart and funny but to be popular you need to be hot, athletic and mean. I was none. I joined CLAT tuitions that year. Siddharth and Riddhi were my batch mates there. They also studied in my school. We never interacted much in school. But the new independent setting of after school classes made me bold and I would talk to them for hours. Sometimes we bunked classes and…