fiction
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DISEASE TO PLEASE from vikramkarve 43 days old
THE DISEASE TO PLEASE A Story By VIKRAM KARVE As long as you live your life in such a way that your happiness is dependent upon things ...
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TASTE OF INDIA - APPETITE FOR A STROLL from vikramkarve 300 days old
APPETITE FOR A STROLL [Foodie Adventures, Simple Recipes, Musings on The Art of Eating and Vikram Karve’s Authentic Guide to Value For Money ...
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Short Fiction - HAIR - A Love Story from vikramkarve 426 days old
Click and read on my fiction blog http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/09/hair.htm RegardsVikram Karve
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A Love Story from vikramkarve 563 days old
Please click the link below and read my love story on my creative writing blog http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/05/a-bundle-of-joy.htm RegardsVikram ...
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A Short Story - A Dog's Life from vikramkarve 677 days old
Click the link below and read the story http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/01/a-dog-s-life.htm Vikram Karve http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com ...
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Aflatoon from vikramkarve 781 days old
Want to relish a delicious Indian Sweet? Click the link below http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com/blog/post/2007/10/aflatoon.htm Happy Eating Vikram Karve ...
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Eating out in Pune - Good Luck from vikramkarve 828 days old
TAWA GOSH GREEN MASALA By VIKRAM KARVE If you are famished, have a hundred bucks in your pocket, and happen to be somewhere near Deccan Gymkhana ...
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A LOVE STORY - The Wallflower from vikramkarve 857 days old
THE WALLFLOWER By VIKRAM KARVE [PART – 1] “I don’t want to marry Manisha,” I told my mother. My mother looked as if she had been pole-axed. Suddenly ...
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LPO - Life Process Outsourcing - a short story by Vikram Karve from vikramkarve 887 days old
LPO [LIFE PROCESS OUTSOURCING] by VIKRAM KARVE One leisurely morning, while I am loafing on Main Street, in Pune, I meet an old friend of mine. ...
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THE WALLFLOWER parts 1, 2 and 3 from vikramkarve 887 days old
THE WALLFLOWER - PARTS 1, 2 AND 3 THE WALLFLOWER By VIKRAM KARVE [PART – 1] “I don’t want to marry Manisha,” I told my mother. ...
