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JEENU ❄️ AUTHOR GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ‘‘

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  giphy.com My name is Alfred Harold Hill. I am a cartographer for the British Army, Highland Rangers, and XXV Company. And I am dying. I am writing this journal to preserve my identity and to let others know what happened and what we went through. I have no idea how long I can write, as only a few candles are left and the inkwell is half empty. It is November 12th of 1891, the year of our lord. Outside the log cabin, a snowstorm has roared for the past three days. There are four to five feet of snow all around, the passes and routes erased beneath the relentless snowfall. I have tried to escape the log cabin only three times, only to turn back, defeated by the snow. I am 24 years old, my rank is first Lieutenant and it seems like yesterday when we journeyed from the army camp at Dehradun, three months to this day, a Platoon of thirty-five men and with me, and I am the last one remaining, the others dead, or as the Bitak would say, ‘Lo sall Jo kumi haar Jeenu.’ disappeared into...

ERASE ✂️ Author GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ’ป

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  giphy.com Popular magazine editor Anita Suresh died last night in a car accident in Mumbai. She was the founding member and chief editor of the popular women’s magazine, “Patralekh” She survived by… What the hell! What is happening? Niti grabbed her head; suddenly, she felt an intense band of pain. Breathing hard, she collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes, massaging her forehead. Two rejection e-mails and two deaths, this is unbelievable. ๐Ÿ’ป Niti Sehgal, a writer who was disappointed when her work was rejected by publishers, never knew she had a hidden talent within her. To know more about Niti's hidden talent, read ''SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES''. SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES

BUKKUM ๐Ÿ‘น by GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ‘ค

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  https://tenor.com Bukkum raised his arms high, his fingers turning into claws, and swiftly lashed out at Heeralal’s chest, tearing it open. Then, his claws tore at its prey’s face, and then he put his claw deep inside its prey’s chest cavity and pulled out the heart from its cage.  Heeralal felt his eyes bulge; he coughed blood and died! Bukkum threw the heart against the wall.  The heart made a loud splashing sound as it was stuck against the wall for a second, and then it slid down the wall to the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind. ☠️ Summer 1981:ChilkaVillage: An old man was murdered, and his death released the beast Bukkum, and then life tried to run away from death but failed miserably. SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES- Author GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI is a book of such exciting and thrilling tales. Click on the link below the cover.   SHOOTING MR SUMMER  

THE WAY ⤴️⤵️ By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ’ 

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  pinterest.com That way, this way It’s always what they say That way, this way I can’t think of what to say. ๐Ÿ’ซ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

EVERYLASTING BEAUTY ๐ŸŒŸ

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  pinterest.com GOD creates us all beautiful. However, some of us neglect taking care of it and later complain about not being beautiful. Beauty is what one feels inside and not what one shows. The first step to staying beautiful is to have a positive mind, a clean heart and clear concussions. These three are the A1 factor for staying beautiful forever. If your mind is not positive, then you will always have a worried look on your face, because you are always thinking about negative aspects of life and things around you. A worried-looking face means more wrinkles and a dull, tiring, stressful-looking face that hardly smiles. If your heart is not pure and holds hate, jealousy, envy, for others, then it will reflect on your face, and no make-up can cover it. Because hate, jealousy and envy are like three wicked sisters, and they will always show themselves openly, no matter how much you pretend to be nice or put up an act of being nice. Finally, yet importantly, is the concussion. A ...

SINS OF MINE ๐Ÿ’ข

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  gifer.com Sins of mine Are they there to haunt me And destroy my inner self I try to stop But to the devil I am in debt. ๐Ÿƒ CREAK

TONIGHT ๐ŸŒš By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐ŸŽฉ

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  GAUTWORLD Tonight you left me Alone to fight My nightmares When you know All my life I’ve been resting Holding you in our bed ๐Ÿ‘ค THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND