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		<description>The original writings of author  Chinmay</description>
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			<title>He</title>
			<description>An experience to which anyone can surely resonate to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1731739/</link>
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			<title>How I Was Supposed To Meet Your Mother</title>
			<description>A realistic, possible way a guy could've met his lover.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1731271/</link>
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			<title>Memory I</title>
			<description>A certain memory never forgotten. What would it be to be in his shoes ?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1730930/</link>
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			<title>EPIMETHEOUS</title>
			<description>A collection of memories of a young boy. An  analysis of his random thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1730927/</link>
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			<title>Act V</title>
			<description>Yato doesn't remember anything, and he knows nothing, except that Mata knows almost everything about him. Another day where Yato unwraps his identity and history.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725727/</link>
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			<title>Act IV</title>
			<description>          I had so many questions for her, but I kept quiet. We were wandering in this forest cum desert region, I don't how else to describe it. Although she was leading the way, she seemed to be confused. Or at least I &quot;felt&quot; that she was confused, but, whatever. We seemed to be reaching nowhere..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725266/</link>
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			<title>Act III</title>
			<description>&quot;Hmp...Again huh&quot; I chucked in my dream at the sight of the weird girl, or what her name was, or what she told I used to call her, Mata.     She came out of thin air, just like the way she disappeared in my yesterday's dream. In this dream too, she looked like glass, completely transparent. She lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725215/</link>
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			<title>Act II</title>
			<description>I saw her again; the girl in weird clothes. She gives me the chills, I concluded. I knew I was dreaming: OK, we all know whether a dream is a dream or not. However realistic it may be. Shw was in some kind of a huge room. Which was almost empty. Except for a few tables, chairs and cupboards which wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725214/</link>
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			<title>Act I</title>
			<description> I was bored to death. Why would'nt I, as could see only white land, white sky, even the sun was freaking white. I don't know how I landed in this goddamn place; or how I I've been here. But I could tell one thing: I've been stuck up in this place for almost eternity. And this was bad, because I was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725212/</link>
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			<title>A Story</title>
			<description>I don't know what the story will be. Except that it'll have romance and strong bonding. Let's just go with the flow of the story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chinmay_Ghule/1725211/</link>
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