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There are very few stories that leave an indelible effect on us. My favorite short story is by Ernest Hemingway -

“For sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”

It's tragic and painfully beautiful. These 6 words have the power to evoke strong emotions in readers. Most read short story from my feed is -

We bumped into each other in a cafe after 6 years.
He was with his wife and I was with his daughter.
#SingleMother

How is this new #TheHashtagStory? Do you like the mix of technology, relationship, and memories in it?

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  1. How do we knowApril 10, 2017 at 10:43 AM

    Beautiful stories, both. Poignant. Only one of them tragic.

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  2. Vishal BheerooApril 10, 2017 at 2:05 PM

    Poignant tale that carries a huge power.

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  3. Sabyasachi PatraApril 11, 2017 at 1:38 AM

    your hashtag still in love along with Ernest Hemingway made me think. He was married four times. A Man who pens such great literary works and had got noble prize ultimately kills himself due to depression. And death/suicide is a theme he had covered in his writings.

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  4. CifarApril 11, 2017 at 1:55 AM

    powerful lines, impactful

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  5. Ranjana ShankarApril 11, 2017 at 2:16 AM

    Painful! Few words expressing huge pain :(

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  6. Roma Gupta SinhaApril 11, 2017 at 5:14 AM

    So touching and heart-wrenching they are..they stay with you for long!

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  7. My EraApril 11, 2017 at 1:32 PM

    Powerful are the words that can capture the emotions in their pure form. Your hashtag stories are beauty in brevity!

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  8. Rahul BhatiaApril 14, 2017 at 4:49 AM

    Sometimes the reality is harsh!

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  9. How do we knowApril 14, 2017 at 2:53 PM

    i loved the format. The stories are really sad.. full of pathos.

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  10. AnonymousApril 16, 2017 at 12:43 AM

    Few lines but so powerful !

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  11. Saru SinghalApril 25, 2017 at 11:38 AM

    @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading!

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