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THE MILK MAN๐Ÿผ By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ…

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  . GAUTWORLD S even am in the morning, and Raja pedalled his cycle out of his house, on his way to the Milk-Booth. Raja was a twenty-year-old milk deliveryman, a school dropout who was trying to supplement his income by delivering milk bags. He was all alone in this world, with no parents, no relatives. No friends and with no one to turn to. He lived all alone, all by himself. ๐ŸŠ Sometimes the routine of life can break you. To know about Raja's routine, click on the book AMPUTATED MINDS- A STORY TO TELL link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

APPEARANCES ๐Ÿ‘น By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

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  GAUTWORLD Suddenly, the taxi halted with a strong brake that woke the passenger out of his sleep, and for a second he looked around him a bit confused about where he was and then, realising he was in a taxi, he looked at Ram Dada and asked, ''Driver, what happened? Where are we? What's happening?' Ram Dada ignored the passenger’s query and took it as a sign from him. Ramesh quickly turned around, and facing the passenger, he said in a threatening voice, ''Okay, no funny business, hand over all your goods, and mind you, no tricks,'' and pointed a sharply pointed knife towards the passenger. The passenger raised his hands and uttered in a dreadful tone, "Please, don't hurt me." Ram Dada turned around and hit the passenger on his head with a fist and said, ''Then do as you're told, if you don’t want to get hurt, and hurry up, else it will be very bad for you!'' ๐ŸŒ’ APPEARANCES CAN COME IN MANY DISGUISES. To read more...

TO HELL WITH ME AND MY WAYS ๐Ÿ‘

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  human-interest For you are a man with an ego And love isn’t your way Lust is all you want To hell with me and my way! ๐Ÿ™ CREAK

THERE’S NO ONE LIKE YOU ๐Ÿ˜ By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ๐Ÿ‘‘

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  GAUTWORLD I feel a thrill Smiling now, baby I lose the blues There’s no one like you ๐Ÿ’“ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

THE WORLD IS NOT CHANGING! ๐Ÿ‘น ๐Ÿ”ž

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  gifs The world is not changing It’s just getting more insane Day by day Live and let live It's just a sentence! ‘Cos people never believe in  Minding their own business ๐Ÿ”š CREAK

THE SUN NEVER SHINES ON MY HEAD ⛅ By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✌️

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  GAUTWORLD I loved, and I lost She was a secretary  To my Boss The sun never falls on my head Drink up fast, And let's play dead The sun never falls on my head I'm going bald Should I stand in the shade? ๐Ÿ˜ต‍๐Ÿ’ซ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND https://www.youtube.com/@author-tito

FALLEN ๐Ÿ‘ฟ By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ✍️

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  GAUTWORLD 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 have aske...