The return that never happend_Buried by the Mind_A Saint Patrick's Day Green Snake Story_With a
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The return that never happend
Raman was twelve years old when he came as a servant to his master's house. He belonged to the same caste as his master and was given his master's little son to nurse. As time went on the boy left Raicharan's arms to go to school. From school he went on to college, and after college he entered the judicial service. Always, until he married, Raicharan was his sole attendant. But when a mistress came into the house, Raicharan found two masters instead of one. All his former influence passed to the new mistress. This was compensated by a fresh arrival. Anukul had a son born to him and Raicharan b...
Buried by the Mind
She was tired. That's what it was, what Ava chalked it up to. She had never experienced anything like this before. No one had. That's why the world had been full of fear a year ago. She had read about it, read about the quarantines of the past, but she'd never thought she was going to end up in a situation where she was in it, where every day bled into the next and the only reason she knew what day it was was because of her laptop and phone. Even still she was constantly getting her days confused, waking up early, waking up late, www.onedoor.ccforgetting to set her alarm for meetings. She wanted to scream...
A Saint Patrick's Day Green Snake Story
That’s the thing about this city—you can meet the strangest people who’ll tell you the strangest stories…“To Seamus!” all the Irish diaspora who were drinking their heavy, dark Guinness stouts and green tinted beers on Saint Patrick’s Day at The Blarney Stone Pub, located somewhere in the West 30s neighborhood within the concrete-canyons of New York City, loudly toasted. “To Seamus O’Malley and his sorry Saint Patrick's Day snake bitten arse!” another patron of the pub proclaimed and which elicited gales of laughter from the other Gaelic guzzlers packed wall-to-wall inside The Blarney Stone.“T...
With a bang
From the moment I met her, I knew there was something about her. I know, everyone says that about the person they love, but this was different. And everyone says that too. It wasn't in the way she talked, or in the way she walked. Actually, my friends raised a few eyebrows when I introduced her as my girlfriend. She wasn't my type, they said. Not what they expected me to date. And yes, sure, I lean more to a certain type of girl than to another. She fell under the 'another' category. But there simply was something about her that interested me. Grabbed me. And after a while, mesmerized me. That...