<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Mysite]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mysite]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 06:35:34 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Conversation.]]></title><description><![CDATA[A bus whizzes by as P and O walk through the overcrowded pavement to get to their usual restaurant. It is the last week of the semester with plenty of work due but neither of them feels like they are making progress. The meal is supposed to be a pick-me-up.    P is saying to O, “God! The amount of work I need to do is almost biblical. I need to stay up all night to make a decent dent.” O replies, “It is 7, I have been doing shit since 9 this morning. After food, as soon as it hits 10, I am...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/conversation</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a02db4df21b32bf7aa320b2</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2026 07:49:28 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Afterthought]]></title><description><![CDATA[The door to a house opens to its living room. Barely decorated, it only has a few things within it. There is an old LCD screen pressed up...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/afterthought</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6876723897051c95031f81ce</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2025 15:22:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Purgatory]]></title><description><![CDATA[A girl laid on top of a plateau mountain wearing a t-shirt dress about 5 sizes too big for her. She was close to the edge and was asleep...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/purgatory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67761fa39ce1bc8b224673aa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 05:10:19 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rat]]></title><description><![CDATA[** A rat existed in the middle of an empty black room. The floor covered in square black tiles. 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The walls’ texture was such that it looked like waves were travelling across the...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/38508cea</link><guid isPermaLink="false">671e4a4df389da47b0aa4b7f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 14:13:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Paanda.</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Muddled Mess of Errs]]></title><description><![CDATA[A bird looking down would’ve seen a man wearing a bright green t-shirt, relaxing right in the middle of a giant frozen lake completely...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/muddled-mess-of-errs</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6694c42d46d2797a35cb24c5</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2024 06:41:45 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Paanda.</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anchor]]></title><description><![CDATA[He sat on his bed. His legs stuck to his bedsheet, His hands to his side, His neck to the pillow, his back to the pain. He felt hunger in...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/anchor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">664684e4f4e2bad60e8585cc</guid><category><![CDATA[Others]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2024 22:34:21 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Paanda.</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Tale of the Thirteenth Fire Boy]]></title><description><![CDATA[In a small meaningless country, in a small meaningless town, there was a small not completely meaningless mountain. This mountain was...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/a-tale-of-the-thirteenth-fire-boy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">649adb71958b3ec058544865</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2023 12:52:06 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Body.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ah water! Such a pleasant element. It’s cool, calm, life giving and beautiful. It is everywhere and anywhere. No part of world exists or...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/_body</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6407cc5af16f3fa776eb0e46</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><category><![CDATA[Others]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2023 23:44:43 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[If Only...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Peter didn’t like to start his day on a bad note, but when you wake up and find that you have run out of your favourite grape jam, you...]]></description><link>https://dronamanchanda21.wixsite.com/mysite/post/if-only</link><guid isPermaLink="false">63b5c06e38eb827009ddc33a</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2023 18:32:57 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Drona Manchanda</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[No Rights, None Wrong]]></title><description><![CDATA[Han and Ra drove in their sedan on an empty road, forest on both sides of it. 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