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Microfiction by Swarnali – Story 5 – Hilsa Fry
Sanjib Babu couldn’t even imagine spending a day without having fish in his meals. Today, on his first death anniversary, Benu, his eldest grandson, decided to keep ten types of fish preparations in the menu for the guests. The chief cook brought a new cook as his assistant. Benu couldn’t see his face; he only…
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Microfiction by Swarnali – Story 4 – The Red Velvet Cake
They looked at the red velvet cake from outside of the glass window. A sweet smell coming from the café filled their heart with joy. “How much does it cost, Dada? Do you know?” Monu asked with an innocent voice. “Umm, it doesn’t cost much. Don’t worry. I will buy it for us soon,” Joga…
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Microfiction by Swarnali – Story 3 – The Peace in Dal Bhat
“And the Master Chef award goes to…” Somraj paused the video. He loved watching it every day; it boosted his confidence to start the day at the restaurant as the Head Chef. The whole day, he treated his tastebuds with delicious foods. But once he returned home, he relished Dal Bhat—a plate of basmati rice…
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Microfiction by Swarnali – Story 2 – The Memories of Patties
Preeti leaned against the balcony railing, eyes scanning the street below. Soon she heard the familiar honk of his bicycle. “Tring! Tring! Tring!” Every Monday, he came, balancing a large tin box on his bicycle, filled with freshly baked patties. Preeti never missed buying from him. She didn’t like patties, but they reminded her of…
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Microfiction by Swarnali – Story 1 – Biryani
“Come to my place, Rohan. We have made lots of plans. This year, your birthday night will be a memorable one.” Ishita cut the call. She went to the kitchen to prepare the Biryani. Then, she took the last ingredient she had secretly kept aside from the other mandatory ingredients, for she had waited five…




