Great Writers, Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)
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Charles Dickens is much loved for his great contribution to classical English literature. He is the quintessential Victorian author: his epic ... |
Girl in the Bathroom
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came down to clean and polish my father's motorcycle. This is something I do every afternoon because my father does not like to ride a dirty ... |
Connection
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It was the summer I turned sixteen, a close, clammy season that seeped languidly into our homes. All across the city the windows were thrown open, ... |
Two Weeks Vacation
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Dear Father, ...I am ten thousand miles away, and there isn't much that you could have done to help me even if I had told you earlier about all of ... |
Moments (Part1)
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All around Mark, the crowd erupted. Joe raised his hands to celebrate and bumped into the hands of Mark who was holding the popcorn. The popcorn ... |
Moments (Part 2)
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All around Mark, the crowd erupted. Joe raised his hands to celebrate and bumped into the hands of Mark who was holding the popcorn. The popcorn ... |
Dangerous Gift
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The train was to start any minute now. "Sir, Sir," I heard a voice calling from behind. I turned to see a good-looking youth outside the window. ... |
Night Train
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Chitra's letter arrives after a long time. At the end, as if by way of an afterthought, she says, "If you can, you should write to Sharat M. He is ... |
Leela
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Kamlesh kept still, or as still as it was possible for him to be, while his mother dusted him liberally with talcum powder. White clouds of Pond's ... |
A Sound Quest
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I know many sounds. The song of the wind through the trees, gentle ballads in summer, cruel whistling in winter. The dry rustling of a serpent?s ... |
A Tiger and a Saint
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One day, a tiger went up to a saint who lived in a forest and said to her, "Look here, I'm terribly sorry and before I begin I must express my ... |
Lost Wallet, Found Locket
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It happened again. "Dammit," Sam mumbled as he walked into the basement from the garage. No one was in the library. It was getting dark outside. ... |
Girl in the Train
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As I was about to bend down to place my suitcase under the seats in the air-conditioned coach, I noticed a streak of dazzle walk by outside the ... | |
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