Guilt			Read and rate this story.

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Our errand boy Gopal handed over a letter to me. “Sir, the postman brought this”, he said. It was an inland letter. “Who writes letters these days!”, I thought while turning it over. I saw the sender’s name – it read ‘Anamika and Biplab’. “A letter from...
A Simple Life			Read and rate this story.

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It was Springtime, a sunny, Sunday morning, Amma as usual was busy with her daily household chores, be it rain or sunshine, the old lady always followed her routine, from the break of dawn before the rooster crows, till the dusk weaves its conspicuous way to the dark...