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I woke in a sweat. The teddy bear fell atop me from the shelf above. It was quiet, too quiet. The water splashed against the ship’s hull, the porthole dark. The luminous dial read three past four. I waited. It was as if I had a premonition. The radi

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Sandhya Suri

blogs from Visakhapatnam