Rahul Pandita - January 02, 2008
“He was carrying his revolver when they shot him dead.” The old caretaker at the Ghadar Memorial Hall in Jalandhar takes out a blue handkerchief and spreads its content on the table. There is an old spectacles frame and a blood-stained bus ticket, recovered from Darshan Canadian’s shirt pocket. Read More...
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Posted by Rahul Pandita at January 2, 2008 07:43 AM
RP, your writing style is great. I love the way you write - you pay close attention to details to get the reader hooked on to the story.
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RP, your writing style is great. I love the way
Aloha Rahul
How very sad, violence bege
Aloha Rahul
How very sad, violence begets violence. Forgiveness is the greatest weapon there is. I feel we all have sacred contracts where there is no wastes life or energy. May Peace be resonated from the fields where the Mango Tree reside. love patty