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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. 🐊 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

  GAUTWORLD T he shunting of the engine woke up Muthu from his deep slumber. He peered cautiously out of the coal wagon at his surroundings. The Freight Train stood at the siding yards of Karnal Junction and somewhere on the Gwalior-Ranchi line. The engine was being replaced for the onward journey. It was early morning; dawn had arrived two hours ago, and the early morning chill was in the air, with mist hanging in the yard. Birds called out to one another from the nearby trees. “The next stop would be Habra!” Muthu thought. Years of travelling on the Freight Trains had turned Murtha into an expert on the stops where the trains halt. Muthu was from Karnataka, but it made little difference to the North Indians, for them, he was just another Madrasi. Muthu was an Indian tramp, a wandering beggar who travelled from place to place on the Indian Railway. They foraged and begged for food and clothing, and sometimes, if circumstances were harsh, they stole a little. There were thous...

  GAUTWORLD H e received the letter while dreaming about his new project. The letter had fallen out of the bundle as he sorted out his weekly mail, and all this time it had been hiding between the mobile and the transfer letter bill. He picked up the letter from the carpet floor, and his breath froze, recognising the handwriting on the envelope. It was a slanted handwriting with every word pressed into the paper. He hesitated, deciding what to do, for he dreaded opening the letter, as he was sure in his heart about its content. It was time to go back! Time to keep his promise!  🎐 What kind of letter did an ex-gangster receive, and what promise did he make, and to whom? To read the full 'THE LETTER', click on the book  AMPUTATED MIND - A STORY TO TELL link.  https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds

  GAUTWORLD 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 food kiosks 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 people eating, drinking and ordering, which made him feel a bit dizzy. 🔪 To read the full story, click on the book link below the cover. Howe...

  http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI EMPEROR OF ABHOR: A man who hates things around him, and is so blind to his hatred that he wants to destroy everything, including himself.  2:10: Amit Sehgal falls in love with Tanya Gill, and for him, it was love at first sight. But did Tanya Gill hold the same feelings for him? Or was there something about Tanya that he failed to see? INTERSECTION: The encounter between dream and nightmare. BLACKWOOD FOREST: A dark secret is revealed. ILLUMINATION: Krsna Gyawali visits his home and comes back with a secret recipe. THE HOST: Raj and Kabir, two friends, stop for a night in a local guesthouse ''Kumar's Bungalow'' but to their horror, the night seems to never end. TWENTY-ONE AND CLUELESS: Vijay Jai Mehta is a 21-year-old boy who has no dreams about his life or ambition till he has to choose between life and death. THE HARBINGER: A child is born in Northern Europe and will bring destruction to the Jewish race. THE CONVOCATION: Samb...

  GAUTWORLD The crescent moon was useless tonight; it was pitch dark all around, and the rain was pouring down heavily, hitting the hard ground vigorously. ″Agggghhhhhooo!″ The agony cry crossed the skyline and the falling rain attempted to suppress it, but failed miserably as the cry came once again and this time loud enough to wake up the dead. However, it did shake up Bali Singh, Zamindar Gaya Singh's personal bodyguard. Bali Singh was on his guard post just outside his master's bedroom when the agonised cry made him stand up with a start, and he rushed towards the open balcony and out into the courtyard. It was dark, very dark, outside the courtyard, and the tall trees planted around it made it darker. The lamppost inside the courtyard blinked from time to time as it fought to survive against the heavy rainfall. Bali Singh shook his head and was about to turn back when the cry ranted across the sky again. ″Agggghhhhhooo″ It was a terrible cry as if someone was in a terrib...

GAUTWORLD 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, which 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 lemon juices w...