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The River – By Meghali Barua The Red River…scintillating yet mysterious Hiren looked at the meandering river flowing by. It seemed angry, almost violent. The Red River, he remembered its name suddenly. “It must be bloody…that’s why the name,” little Hiren thought to himself. Hiren’s village, a little nondescript, not-on-the-map …

Everybody wanted a piece of her. Today, any station you tune in on the idiot box, you can hear the universal intoning, excitement building almost a crescendo, ‘we want her…we need her.’ Fools! She wanted to scream. If she could, she would definitely have curled her cold, icy lips to …