<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Fiction on Ram’s blog</title><link>https://blog.ramiyer.me/tags/fiction/</link><description>Recent content in Fiction on Ram’s blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-IN</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2020 13:26:21 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.ramiyer.me/tags/fiction/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The earthworm</title><link>https://blog.ramiyer.me/the-earthworm/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2015 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.ramiyer.me/the-earthworm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Earphones plugged in, volume nearing 40%, he was sitting in the Traveller, enduring the mosquitoes as they feasted on his blood. Coldplay, Linkin Park, Alter Bridge; he could not tell. Did he care? Remembering the difference between hearing and listening from his English class in the third grade, he went back to his thought train that had momentarily halted for the thought on a matter of technicality. He heard muted laughter and conversation around, the smooth, chill breeze of wee hours wafted through the windows of the minivan. It struck him, but he didn’t feel it. The train was defying all laws of sensory reception.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>