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Sakshi Deora

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Mr. Sheriff Woody.

Sakshi Deora

  It is a truth nationwide acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of good twenty five years, must be in want of a husband. What is it the nineties? My thoughts exactly.   I wonder if my parents are modern or backwards, that they had coaxed, and almost bribed me on a date with a man whose parents they most admire. They still believe a good set of parents, with pints of good upbringing can make a "good man". Only if they knew how I turned out.   So here I am, placing the menus on the table of the restaurant my father ow...

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Mr. Sheriff Woody.

Sakshi Deora

Submitted to Contest #81

It is a truth nationwide acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of good twenty five years, must be in want of a husband. What is it the nineties? My thoughts exactly. I wonder if my parents are modern or backwards, that they had coaxed, and almost bribed me on a date with a man whose parents they most admire. They still believe a good set of parents, with pints of good upbringing can make a "good man". Only if they knew how I turned out. So here I am, placing the menus on the table of the restaurant my father owns, which I mus...

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Welcome to the world of psychotic overthinker.

Sakshi Deora

Submitted to Contest #75

"Okay" he said and jumped. Falling into the wind, falling off the building, falling to death. For some people scars are beautiful, for some they are the mark of bravery. For some, scars are bad memories, laced with pain and all that unfortunate things. But for me, scars is Me. Welcome to the world of psychotic overthinker. I have been watching the movie again and again, in the end of which the boy, his last words being "okay" dive off the building towards the ground. His body flailed through the wind. His clothes trying to grasp anything...

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