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	<title>Vinod Narayan &#187; Flash Fiction</title>
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		<title>OUTCAST</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 00:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The guy was dressed in a black over coat and he wore it such a way that he wanted to hide something inside it. It was a small town and much about everyone knew each other. No surprise that he arose suspicious looks from every eyes on every table in there the moment he entered. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Foot Prints</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 22:56:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The native emotions of fear and sorrow engulfed him as the uncanny thoughts of an unfamiliar life ahead passed through his subconscious mind”. He kept his pen down after writing the sentence not knowing where to go from there. He lit his cigarette, pushed back his chair and took his legs up on to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The News</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 20:53:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He took the cup to his lips, but forgot to sip the coffee. He kept it back on the table and all the while staring straight into the monitor. He was disturbed, not just with the news he read. He has read much dreaded news that often seems like it was the synopsis of some [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Drenched and Untouched</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 22:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vinod Narayan</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Courtship]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[He suddenly stopped and looked up; the clouds are all rounding up. It never looked it would rain and so as usual his new umbrella should be lying in his room wrapped in cozily in the same pouch it came from the shop. Last year rains were not that heavy but he drenched through out [...]]]></description>
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