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A short story I wrote for a creative writing workshop conducted by Vikram Kapur at the Asian College of Journalism, Chennai. (Word Limit: 1100)
As always, Kamble was caught napping during study time; his head lolling forward, backward, sideways in a great unpredictable circle, often coming to rest with his chin settled on the chest, until disturbed by some unknown terrible dream that ensured the whole process would start again, so uncontrollable that they feared his neck would break. Continue reading
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