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  GAUTWORLD A ndy C ostello wipes his face using a wet tissue paper. His eyes are on the signal, anxiously waiting for it to change, fidgets in his seat as the signal stays red and all around him, cars honk in protest of the signal, and he too leans on his horn, joining the cacophony. Andy was thirty-five years old, and he was a successful Architect. However, this year had been the worst year of his life. After a grumbling and abusive seven years of a non-workable marriage, he divorced his wife, Janet. It had been a bad marriage right from the start. Finally, it was over as the divorce had come through last month, and he was happy, not only happy, but relieved; he was glad that Janet agreed to the divorce without making any nasty scene. The Lord knows that he has tried to save their marriage. However, Janet had become unmanageable. Every day, she picked fights with  him over stupid matters, trying to accuse him of not taking care of her when he tried his level best to mak...

    http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI Anupama peered out at me through fatigue-filled eyes, and there was no recognition in her brown eyes. I froze, looking at her appearance. Anupama’s natural brown colour, waist-length hair, dishevelled and unwashed, and the green evening gown she wore had stains on them. Her feet were bare, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes, as if she had not slept for weeks. “Anu, it is I Vikram Shah your cousin brother Vicky.” I ventured to look at her. There was a flicker in Anupama’s eyes, and she blinked them several times and then said in a hoarse voice. “Vicky, is it really you, oh thank god, you got my letter.” “Yeah, I received it yesterday, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anupama sighed, and a relief flickered across her face. Then she chattered, “Please come in, mama will be so glad to see you.” She caught my hand and tugged me into the house. I stepped inside. (Later, when I recollect that moment wryly, I think that one step I took in t...

  GAUTWORLD Milan felt as if someone was being tortured to death. Then there were thrashing noises as the dogs came out of the woods heading for the village. Someone fired a lighted arrow towards the noise. It struck a small bush, setting it on fire, and Milan felt as if someone had just squeezed his heart. As far as he could see, there were dogs and more dogs, hundreds of them! Snarling and howling, heading for the village, as he stared in horror, he saw three huge dogs pounce on a smaller one, biting and tearing it to pieces, turning it to shreds in front of his unbelieving eyes. 🐕 🐕🐕🐕🐕 AAMUR, a strange village with its unusual story. To know more about it. Click on the link to the book 'BIZARRE TALES'  https://notionpress.com/in/read/bizarre-tales-hardcover

  gifs Hope is a fantasy Dreams a game of devil Tonight I live to die 💔 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD Pause, take a break And make a new start Remain at peace Just follow your heart Think? ♟️ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND https://notionpress.com/in/read/bizarre-tales-hardcover

  gifs Too many parts Like an unsolved jigsaw You and I 👤 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD Shadows alive Dancing to the beat Coming through the heat One more in the crowd To make you so proud 😱 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND