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  www.reddit.com I saw God  and the  Devil In a human face Saw a child of 9 Standing by the roadside Her lips were red Her eyes were black Her face was pale She was hungry Like a tramp 💥 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD To love a broken man Please, no pity, I can't stand To love a broken man Needs courage and a plan 💔 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND www.tumblr.com/authortito

GAUTWORLD Satish Sharma was a polisher of metals; he was originally from Calcutta, the beautiful city of many dreams. Two years back, he had shifted to Surat in search of a better livelihood. The first year had been good; work came his way regularly. Then came the recession, drying up everything: work, funds, opportunities, and even relations. He searched day and night, but found nothing; there was no work, and everywhere they asked him to wait, to wait until the recession was over. However, his life will not wait for the recession to be over, nor his body. Soon his savings were over, but the recession was everywhere, and he could not go back to a more expensive city like Calcutta and then came the last blow from his flat owner. Pay more or vacate the house. 👦 Satish Sharma will take that one step forward, but the question is, where would he take that step? To know about Satish Sharma's story, click on the book link of   'AMPUTATED MINDS'- A STORY TO TELL'  https://not...

  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 I distinctly remember that summer two years ago when Rajesh and I made plans to visit our uncle, who owns a house in the countryside. It was going to be a surprise visit, and we had decided to travel by train. Rajesh was my cousin's brother and the elder son of my mother’s elder sister; thus, he was a year older than me. Shankar Sepal, our uncle, had retreated to the country house after the death of our aunt, who had retired as a “Senior Editor” of our town’s local newspaper. It had been five years since he had left for the country, and our visit, in a way, was to be the first one for him. That summer two years back had been very hot and humid, and on one such hot summer afternoon, the two of us packed our rucksacks and departed to visit our uncle. In our minds, we were delighted to escape the city's heat for the cool hills and to the huge house where our uncle lived. However, today, when I reminisce about that summer day two years ago, I find a few questions...

  . 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 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!'' 🌒 APPEARANCES CAN COME IN MANY DISGUISES. To read more...