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The story-Broken Wings- got published in the August 2014 Issue of Writer's Ezine, an online magazine.

Link: http://issuu.com/writersezine/docs/august_issue/3?e=11405505/8806891

The story-The Pick Up-also on the blog, got published in the Volume 2 of the July 2014 issue of Tamarind Rice.

Link: http://tamarindrice.in/tamarind-rice-july-14/

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