‘Is this a story? Or is it simply  A discovery, I wonder. We are traveling Through the moments, We stop and restart alone, We wander. Will these lines Aspire to become dialogues, Or will they remain monologues Of a lonely writer?’  As I was reading his poem from his diary, I thought of how reticent he was as a boy.

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On a Sunday afternoon, Robert was invited to an Indian family. Although he doesn’t take a liking to spicy food, he thought he’d give it a try; besides he thought that once in a while change of taste was okay. Strange as it seemed, he had taken a liking on a particular course, the mix vegetable. As goes the belief

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