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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Fiction 55

That hall was clumsy. Elderly people everywhere, like discarded and rusted tools that were once sharp and shiny. Son again convinced the father about their shifting together to village for which the father sold off his property. Outside, with cool breath and a fat cheque, son passionately kissed the letter which read ‘permanent immigration granted’.

14 comments:

  1. hii G3

    thanks a lot!
    ya, it happens yaar, this is the sad reality :(

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  2. If a father can't find happiness in his son's happiness, then he is being selfish.

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  3. hii Sankoobaba

    noo! here the son is ditching his father. after making the father sell off the property, the son is leaving the father in an old age home to settle abroad.

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  4. Oh no!!! So sad, yet so true

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  5. yup sis!

    sad reality :(

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  6. WOW,
    That's a really good one.
    MMMmmmm....Creativity is in the air. :)

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  7. hii Sunil!

    thanks buddy!

    MMMMmmmmm....yups!

    ;D

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  8. hmm very true and sad yeah!
    hope to cya around


    HaRy

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  9. hii Hary!
    yup! true and sad too :(

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  10. 56 words hain! :D

    hehe... why only 55? why not 44? 66 ??

    nice!! D

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  11. hii Abhinav

    55 hain poore! :D

    wo aisa hai ki 55 words ka shagun hai!

    ;D

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  12. This one is splendid!
    and you put the feelings of that family in 55 words..amazin work!

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  13. hi Sorcerer

    thanks a lot :)

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