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		<description>The original writings of author Tejas</description>
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			<title>Shoes</title>
			<description>Savita had learnt on the job. She didn&amp;rsquo;t reallyhave a choice, it was either learn and survive or starve and die. So just aftera month on the job she was already a pro at rag-picking. Her eyes had learnt tospot items of value in the midst of all the dirt and filth on the land-fill. At..</description>
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			<title>Saviour</title>
			<description>I noticed her for the first time that day when,as I was walking home from the station, I stopped to wait for a break in thetraffic to cross the road at a traffic signal. She was brushing with a scruffy jhadu, wrinkles and dust from athreadbare rug that was her home. The diligence with which sh..</description>
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			<title>Race</title>
			<description>Akashwas a buffeted by a gust of warm wind as a white vespa overtook his Bullet. The rider was crazily speedingand to his surprise the gust of windwas caused not just by the scooter but also by a red duppatta flying behind fromher shoulder. He noticed she wascrossing the traffic signal ahe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tejasmerh/1220112/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Its this tugging in my heart,don't know when it startsbut it stays on and persistsuntil I cannot resistprobing to findwhat in the world is itI don't need to think harddon't need to go farmy heart knows and so does the mindand it says to me almost unkind,Go back, go back hometo where you truly belong..</description>
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			<title>Cheated</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Son, go ahead, do your duty, Inshallah you will soon be joining yourbrothers in paradise. You will be welcomed by the prophet himself. I am sure ofthat. May success be with you. Khudahafiz.&amp;rdquo; Waheeb Khan&amp;rsquo;s said softly, embraced him and walked away withoutlooking back. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tejasmerh/1218247/</link>
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			<title>Witness</title>
			<description>He thinks ...Half finished mug of coffee - strong, dark, almost black.A plate of some exotic foreign sounding dish,probably French ... no Spanish maybe lies inviting, waiting.Just like she was waiting... for a man who had rose and left,Muttering a hasty apology into the cellphone caught in a corpora..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tejasmerh/1217197/</link>
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			<title>Regret</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;No,I can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; Preeti had said. The only feeling Rahul had after that was of relief.All the uncertainty had gone. There was a finality to what she had said. TheEnd. His life was of no consequence anymore and so he was going to end it.Simple. Hehad already decided tha..</description>
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