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Oct 16, 2008 01:59

It was five past midnight when Debashis Chattopadhyay stepped out of the Victorian mansion of the India House at the 65, Cromwell Avenue, Highgate North London. The feather-like snowflakes softly settled on his overcoat, that frigid December night, as he tried to brush them away with his glove-covered palm while firmly clutching the overcoat’s ( Read more... )

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Great One viveksingh October 29 2008, 17:53:44 UTC
nicely written. Smells like a full fledged novel. I am curious to read the other chapters. Please create.

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pgp21155 October 29 2008, 18:04:32 UTC
period story! good one.

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all the best. shekharguptarec October 29 2008, 18:19:52 UTC
agree with the others. great.

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sudharshana October 30 2008, 05:53:45 UTC
very realistic. Have you taken references from real history? or is it purely fictional? or is any resemblance with anyone living or dead purely a coincidence?

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bhavna223 October 30 2008, 07:51:46 UTC
nice story. :)

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