I was about 10 when I was groped violently on a moving train at the start of my summer vacations; I was standing alone outside a toilet. His nails clawed my sides; his teeth clenched. The colour of his eyes turned sinister. It was the first time I ... The Hindu, 1 month ago
They sound like banshees wailing, bones breaking, dragons belching. They whip gargantuan structures about as if multi-ton objects were toys. Director Steven Quale paints tornadoes as mindless monsters in his latest project, " Into the Storm," a ...Denver Post, 1 month ago
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