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An Affair To Remember
Ronnie's tale As a young Subaltern, I was posted to Bombay and was staying at the officer’s mess at Cotton Green. A barbwire fence separated the station from a small road leading to the BPT headquarters. Many a time, I would observe a beautiful girl walking on the other side of the barbwire. She was extremely beautiful and always wore short skirts so I surmised that she had European blood in her. Most Indian girls wear a trouser or shalwar kameez. I saw her many times and then I got hold of my best pal, Joginder. He was the engineering officer and asked him, “look pal, there’s a girl I see wa...
The Thief's Guide to Thiefdom
Rule #1 from the Thief’s Guide to ThiefdomNever swww.onedoor.ccteal more than you need. The world is filled with sycophants who prey upon the weak and the helpless. The thief does not steal to hurt or oppress; a true thief partakes in the art of thievery to make their life slightly better than it once was. ---Niko surveyed the building before her. She had followed the directions precisely and found the secluded place as instructed. She had climbed the Edrea mountains to discover that one of its peaks had collapsed into itself to reveal a hidden basin unknown to the world.To her surprise, it was exactly like...
Two Strangers, One rainy night
On a rainy night in the winter of 1996, a woman with a yellow coat and velvet dress with a green umbrella kept walking in the pouring rain. The sky gazed at the glorious mess of her colors and the trees witnessed the depressing sadness in her eyes. 3 miles and a few yards away, a man in a black tuxedo with a black tie and an incredibly white shirt with a dead phone was struggling in the pouring rain, trying to fix his broken car in the middle of the bridge. In a few hours there, both lives are going to change in a way that seems almost magical. The woman kept walking in the rain, as a leaf gli...
In The Icy Hands of Time
A gust of wind drove down the valley, grazing my feet. I stood firmly, inhaling a mix of icy wind with nostalgic memories. I felt lethargic and sounded like a panting dog. It was the first path I have ever taken in life that was bestrewed with rocks and not litter. I felt a sense of purity, and I could tell my mind would be cleared after our hike. I could tell I would be able to face whatever happened that day. It is not every day that you get to do things and cross them out your bucket list.All around me were the sweetest of voices whispering love. The hands of time froze - I thought of adven...