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Julia stepped inside the cosy hotel room in Nuwara Eliya, Srilanka. It was a place which Julia and her husband Raj loved. It was the place which they chose for their honeymoon. 30 years have passed since then; their kids Ron and Becky were mature enough to handle themselves now. This was a much-needed trip or maybe her last trip, the host of diseases that she had may not permit her to travel again. Raj reminded her to take her medicines before lunch. They visited Lake Gregory, a place which had many memories. They sat and talked nothing, but just admired the sprawling vast water body. She spent the most wonderful 3 days of her life that she could cherish even on her deathbed. On the last day of her trip, she smiled at Raj and thought, I loved this trip. The lady at the reception thanked her and cleared her bill, while Julia walked alone to her cab, carrying her favourite book ‘PS I love you'. Love and fate can never be predicted.
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My Son

Shantha was a government employee and a loving mother of an 18-year-old boy, Ranjith. Shantha’s husband succumbed to cancer a few years back. Those days Shantha’s full attention was on the care of her husband, she was fully aware that she was not able to attend to her son. She was confident that her little prince would understand her situation. But, for the past year, her confidence in the little boy that she knew, that she cared for was weaning. She found cigarette packets in his pant pockets, his friends were not good-mannered. It was worrying her, as she walked toward her house; she believed that her son would not go on the wrong path. That day when she opened her house door, she knew she was wrong, she saw a monster, and her prince was lost. She saw him force himself on a semi-naked girl whose mouth and hands were tied with Shantha’s saree. Tears rolled from her eyes while blood flowed from the Aruvamanai (Vegetable cutter) that she had bought on her way back home.
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