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ELEPHANTINE TEMPLE OF FAITH By Neel Anil Panicker Places of worship are attractive to eternal optimists. It took all of three weeks and an ardous personal pilgrimage which extended to all of ten temples, eight mosques, six gurudwaras, three churches, and a couple of Parsi temples and even the odd Jewish synagogue for Raghav to … Continue reading neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/novella/afairaffair/ch23/siddhivinayaka/07/09/2016

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A Pilgrim’s Progress- Around Haji Ali Dargah By Neel Anil Panicker Raghav felt a tug and turned around to find sickly fingers pulling at the edges of his shirt sleeves. The free hand, twiggy to the bones, were clutching a half broken yellowed plastic bowl with more holes in it than the dirty pock marked … Continue reading neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/novella/chapter22aroundhajialidargah/30/08/2016

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KASHMIR – THE UNMAKING OF A DREAM By Neel Anil Panicker “You ask me to condemn the attacks? You ask me to call these people terrorists? I ask you what proof do you have that they are the attackers? And further, I question, how could you be so sure that these attackers, as is your … Continue reading neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/kashmir/09/08/2016

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SLOW DEATH OF LOVE By Neel Anil Panicker The girl stepped off the pavement. With measured steps she made her way past the rush hour crowd of morning office goers mindful not to bump into anyone barring, of course, the not so infrequent brushing against the shoulders by male species of all ilk, the opportune … Continue reading neelwritesblog.wordprtess.com/novella/afairaffair/chapter21/surprise

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Professor Rags   By Neel Anil Panicker Fifty-year-old Raghav never plugged for long ones. His name for one__ Professor Raghav Harendra Acharya, when stretched to the full. He had no found glory in that. It sounded too professorial, for one. Besides, it sounded a little divine, he had thought. Years back and when fresh out … Continue reading neelwritesblog/afairaffair/profrags/fridayfiction/promptchallenge #33-favoritefood