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THE FOLLOWING SHORT STORY WAS PUBLISHED & DISPLAYED AS PART OF THE ONTARIO CULTURE DAYS IN BURLINGTON, ONTARIO, CANADA, FROM SEPTEMBER 19TH TO OCTOBER 12TH 2025. “Oh, I missed picking this up.” A twig here, a twig there. That’s all to it in life. Vast fields where I can see the whole world with my naked eye. I wonder what’s there beyond the horizon. Is Read more
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Mystical. That’s how the night was, or shall I say, that’s how the sky was that night. Reason. Clouds. When we were kids, the elders told us that the dark clouds carried rain, and the light ones did not. They never came together. That night was special. It was a fusion. Gloomy ones in majority. Read more
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‘The buying of more books that one can read is nothing less than the soul searching towards infinity, and this passion is the only thing that raises us above the beast that perish.’ – A. Edward Newton (1863-1940) “Hmm”, I thought as I read the bookmark which had the quote printed in pale brown ink. Read more
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Monday Evening, 5:54 pm Location: Local Public Library As I sat at a desk inside my local public library, it felt like my ‘almost’ perfect dream. I say ‘almost’ because in my perfect dream, instead of the public library it’s more of a space at home, a cozy space with a Barcalounger, a small table Read more
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