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Little Shiva was running along the street, a warm muffin in his hand. A woman was shouting behind him, “You naughty boy! Stealing my muffins again! If I ever see you near my bakery, I will hand you over to the police myself! Mark my words!”When Shiva had gained some distance, he stopped, a little out of breath. He took a few deep gasps of air and turned around. The angry woman was still outside her shop, glaring at him and waving her finger.He smiled, his black eyes sparkling. "I love you too, Aunty," he said, sending a flying kiss her way. "If you want me to stop coming, you have to stop baking such delicious muffins. I will see you again. Goodbye." And with a loud chortle, he left, with a skip in his stride, leaving the woman muttering curses.Shiva smelled the muffin. The delicious whiff of vanilla and blueberry filled his nose. There was nothing better than the sweet aroma of a freshly baked muffin. He swallowed the water that had filled his mouth and, after an
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The Tales Next Door About the Author
About the AuthorBorn amidst the picturesque Himalayan mountains in India, Ranjana has been influenced by the rural and urban life she has experienced. Her characters, while imaginary, are people we meet in everyday life. As a child, Ranjana excelled in academics and holds a Bachelor of Technology degree in Computer Science. She also holds a diploma in Management of Business Administration from IIM Indore, one of the prestigious institutions in India. She spent over a decade working in the corporate sector as a finance, strategy and planning professional before deciding to pursue her dream of being an author. She also has a blog, www.intelligentparent.com where she shares her parenting experience as a mother of an eight-year-old boy and as a professional who has worked for many years in the education sector.
The Tales Next Door Made For Each Other
A young man was sitting in a corner table of the Chinese restaurant in Connaught Place, New Delhi. He glanced at his phone after every few minutes, swiping it up and down with his fingers. He looked up and turned his gaze towards the door. He was tapping his feet incessantly. Placing his phone on the table, he began drumming with his fingers.The waiter approached the table with the menu. The man pointed to the coffee.“One coffee? Black?” asked the waiter.The man nodded.He was a handsome young man with a wheatish complexion and a square jaw. His deep-set black eyes and thick eyebrows gave him a look of being intelligent and perceptive. He had short wavy black hair. His strong muscular biceps were conspicuously visible through his T-shirt.He picked up his phone again and checked his messages. He shook his head - nothing new.“Hi,” came a sweet musical voice. “I am Tia. You must be Kabir. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting for too long,” said Tia extending her ha
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