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  1. AdityaApril 6, 2016 at 11:21 PM

    Great. Shirt and Crisp.
    Easter -http://facetsofadishortstories.blogspot.in/2016/04/e-for-easter.html
    Euphoria - http://facetsofadienglish.blogspot.in/2016/04/e-for-euphoria.html

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  2. UnknownApril 6, 2016 at 11:42 PM

    Poignant yet interesting! :)

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  3. ShaiviApril 6, 2016 at 11:51 PM

    U manage to hit the point so beautifully with the least words!

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  4. UnknownApril 7, 2016 at 12:51 AM

    ..but drowned in a peg of whiskey, sadly, because of a break up. I can see it in this way too. But I loved your's one. Lovely!

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  5. AmiApril 7, 2016 at 1:05 AM

    Bang on! Beautifully expressed

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  6. RekhaApril 7, 2016 at 10:19 AM

    Very well-expressed, Saru! As always.

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  7. Purba chakrabortyApril 7, 2016 at 10:50 AM

    awesome!

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  8. ManiparnaApril 7, 2016 at 10:04 PM

    Short and precise!

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  9. K.A. AcharyaApril 8, 2016 at 1:52 AM

    Sad. Nicely expressed in few words.

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  10. KalpanaApril 8, 2016 at 1:57 AM

    Very well put. That's what alcoholism does.

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  11. Rahul BhatiaApril 8, 2016 at 2:26 AM

    Crisp as ever:)

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  12. SriviApril 8, 2016 at 9:19 AM

    Heart breaking but true in many cases! Great one!

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  13. Jyothi D'melloApril 8, 2016 at 12:20 PM

    Far too many families broken up because of Alcohol abuse. Great #tag story x

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  14. sathishApril 8, 2016 at 9:25 PM

    artistically woven with words; precise and profound

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  15. sowmyaApril 8, 2016 at 11:57 PM

    Wow saru! different perspective :)

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  16. Amit AgarwalApril 9, 2016 at 2:48 AM

    Very nice again!

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  17. AnanyaApril 10, 2016 at 9:18 PM

    U have an art.. An art to express beautifully the sad bitter truth of life

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  18. BikramApril 11, 2016 at 4:09 AM

    A peg of whisky and that too a patiala peg can go a long long wayyyyyyyy :)

    Very nicely written

    Bikram's

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