He wasn't really less of a man. At least the thought never crossed his mind. Born middle class, to parents who cared, siblings who didn't mind, and a body that lacked quarter of a limb, Nishant grew up quite uneventfully (or eventfully, if you had known him from inside), in one of those suburbs of a big city which do not appear in guide books for hosting/heralding something more than the commonplace commotions of life ordinaire .
Well, that's a good beginning - thought Prakash. And the name Nishant is a masterstroke - artsy, insider stuff. Plus a clever, clear allusion to his own name. Who is afraid of the bloody writer's block, thought Prakash.
Well, that's a good beginning - thought Prakash. And the name Nishant is a masterstroke - artsy, insider stuff. Plus a clever, clear allusion to his own name. Who is afraid of the bloody writer's block, thought Prakash.
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