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Three days he was at home.
My good luck I have seen him in day light.
I had no sympathy to his frozen hands that never supported food to my mouth.
I remember only his lamp light face
His wife said once he was a very successful fisherman.
And she began 'once upon a time..................'
I was bored by her tale
She said '' I want not my son to keep the tradition"
Why?. ................... I gave her conformation, I was listening fisherman's story.
She replied " I don't want another such death"
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Author:
Derek (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2018 11:27
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Comments4
Well crafted and a great read - thanks for posting and welcome to MPS
Thank you
Very sad - I could see a cold, watery death....
Thank you.
Wow great......welcome Saifur bhai.....hila diya apne!
I don't know how was it.
Intriguing first post! Welcome!
Thank you.
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