Down the lane, there is a house; small; but big enough for two people in their late sixties. Decayed in love of their children, they hold hands to see each other. The streetlight colors their porch; ochre in sepia. Perhaps the perfect colour that fades like the roses they found in each other’s diaries.
A BIT OF FRUSTRATION
What has happened to you?? Speak Now!!If you remember; I am a human being! Things do happen to me emotionally, spiritually, psychologically and whatever-else-ally. When I say I don’t want to talk; stay away!
STRIKE 1,2 AND 3… I WON!!!
The cellphone rang and the blood sucker darling on the other side was mumbling! Engineering life made me bolder; and now I am afraid of only two words- “RESULTS OUT!!!” The one who has the habit of smiling even on the adversities of poor marks was now FURIOUS on being FUCKED up by the grade “F” that cries out “FAIL!!” aloud!! (Very loud!!!) “What the F!?!?!” was now having a double meaning blending with the double dangers existent in my home- mom and the mom like- mom’s sis! Thanks a ton to the double droppers; both the mouths were so painstakingly screaming low that I planned to flung the place…
GENERALLY EXTRAORDINARY
Ever since childhood I am fascinated towards the window seat. I would run as if in Olympics, firmly grab the handles of my school bus and would throw anything; my water bottle or bag or sometimes even a friend to have the seat reserved for the next 45 minutes! Though…
11:11
It all begun with 11:11! Wondering A.M or P.M? Out of the numerous times I unlocked my cell phone, it was flashing there; static, dual and twice everyday!