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MALGHUT 🏠 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 🐉

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https://in.pinterest.com Malghut was a beautiful village; it had a good, clean, deep beach, the sand golden in colour. The village lanes were clean and planted on their sides with coconut trees, which not only gave their thirst-quenching nectar but also shaded the village from the sun. There was ripening rice in the fields, and the sweet scent of flowers wafted everywhere. The villagers were a sturdy and hard-working lot; they also kept their village as clean as possible. Inspector Vinayaka took in all this as the jeep travelled over the dusty trail to Pradhan’s house. They reached the large pond of sweet water that was refilled every year with bountiful rainwater. Two women were drying some pickles near the pond edge as they chatted. The jeep traversed the pond and entered a small lane at the end of which stood Pradhan’s house. Constable Uttar Jeri parked the jeep outside the gate. Pradhan was waiting for them in his house's beautiful garden. Greetings were exchanged, and sweet l...

HUNGER 🍗 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 💻

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  pinterest.com He emerged from the small alley that was parallel to the main road. He strolled, almost moving his legs. He was exhausted and very hungry. An entire day had passed since he had eaten his last nourishment, and now his throat felt dry and parched. He strolled on the footpath, eyeing the shops selling all kinds of edible items, and he spat, his eyes watering, staring at the food displayed at the shop's windows and out in the open food stalls and food carts. He licked his lips and smacked his mouth as he looked at the piled-up, luscious fruits and snacks. As he looked at the other side of the road, he saw kiosks of fast food stalls lined up like bogies, and the cooks were busy preparing hot fast food and serving it to the waiting customers. Then some restaurants and cafes were crowded with foodies, eating, drinking and commanding. He was watching the people eating, drinking and ordering, which made him feel a bit dizzy. 🔪 To read the full story, click on the book link...

FALLEN 👿 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

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  https://imgur.com The house was silent and still! I shone the torchlight on my wristwatch, 2:15: a.m., the watch declared. Walking downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and poured some sweet cold water from the earthen jug into a glass, and I drank. After drinking two glasses of cold sweet water, I walked out of the kitchen and was about to head upstairs to my room, when I heard voices that sounded like whispering! I froze in my tracks! Thinking perhaps some robbers or a thief has entered the house. I looked around the kitchen and found a long wooden pole. I picked it up, holding it firmly in my hand, and walked very quietly in the direction of the whispering voices. Shielding the beam of my torch, I turn to a corner. The voices were coming from a room. I tiptoed and pressed my ear to the door, and was shocked to recognise the voice of Davey and his father. An argument was going on between the two of them! “But father, it is okay,'' Davey whispered. “You are mad; you should h...