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I am the saint; i am the sinner I am the creator; i am the creation I am what I am! (chumma oru vetti bandha'kku dhaan)

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Jus'Fun skip to main | skip to sidebar Jus'Fun I am the saint; i am the sinner I am the creator; i am the creation I am what I am! (chumma oru vetti bandha'kku dhaan) Thursday, August 26, 2021 Thirst The first line of this short story is from the novel, “Snap” by Belinda Bauer.   "And the worst thing about it was he had failed just when he needed to make a stunningly good first impression.". And so, he blamed himself as he roamed. This was something he craved. He wanted it from every cell of his blood, from every sinew of his veins, from the depths of his soul, or whatever he had for that. Months of planning all laid to waste.   He can still recollect the first time seeing her. She was coming towards him among the crowd. Of course, not to him, but in passing by towards the railway station. He was hooked. As she glided by him, he turned and kept turning. She felt his eyes and turned towards his way but could not notice him. He gave a slight smile, pursed l...

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