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By Mahi Singla, Rohit Sharma

Each hour of our lifestyles scripts a brand new tale. And, each tale is colored with a unique feeling - Love, ache, pleasure, Sorrow, belief, Deceit, pleasure, Repentance, appreciate, Humiliation, Loneliness and Anger.

We all were part of those extreme feelings, which our middle studies. We develop between them, feeling them, dwelling them each minute, each hour, and our existence is incomplete with out them. 12 HOURS is a set of twelve engrossing and fantastically written tales, which show various feelings and pour out the essence of other relationships. a few tales will make you giggle, whereas a few will shed your tears. a few tales will unfold a lesson, whereas a few will electrify your backbone. a few tales will make you fall in love, whereas a few will encourage you to be successful. every one tale will attempt to contact one or the opposite emotion that's nested inside of us.

In a nutshell, each hour of 12 HOURS will take you on a totally assorted trip via placing you amid the exciting lives of some of the characters, the characters that glance a great deal genuine like any people, the characters that belong to 1 or the opposite hour of our lifestyles.

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I can smell the heat of the day stuck on the edges of the cracks in the earth like a salt crust after a tide. I lay back and watch the sky. I close my eyes. I run my hands out smooth over twilight the rug and feel the cold rising from the earth. When I come again I will bring a friar’s robe with a deep cowl and shoes of jute fiber. I will run like a madman to the west all night until I begin to fall asleep; then I will walk back, being careful to correct for the tilt of the earth, the force of Coriolis, reading my breviary by the precise arrowlight of stars, assured of my destination.

You woke, bolt upright, in the middle of the night to find her there, undisturbed beside you. You aired your feathers, glared into the moon-stilled space over the water and went uneasily back to sleep. In the morning—— your first glance——the limb was empty. You were young, you had also lost a wife, and you went down to the river and tore out your feathers and wept. The soundlessness of it was what you could not get over. The cottonwoods said there was more, but I put up my hand, tired, on edge at the sound of my own voice asking questions.

I am not a man of great power, but I took what I had and gave it to him that time, everything I had. “You keep going,” I said. I raised my hands over my head and stepped into the water and shouted it again. ” My heart was pounding like a waterfall. the falls That time after he left he was gone almost ten years again. I had a dream he was living up on those salmon rivers in the north. I don’t know. Maybe it was a no-account dream. I knew he never went south. Last time I saw him he came to my house in the fall.

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