Unhappy in their own way_We’re just too different_Safety Pin_More than what you bargained for
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Unhappy in their own way
When he opened his eyes, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven.This was some sort of cosmic irony, for as soon as Juan Del Toro had shaken off the crustiness of sleep and grasped the whole picture, he discovered that he had been murdered by his wife, Eleanora De Soledad, who had slit his throat with the same razor she used to shave his beard.As he gazed at the image of his wife, lying in bed next to his earthly body, dressed in a white satin sleep, the ends of which were stained with his blood; He became filled with a wave of burning anger. That anger bubbled its way out of his lower intesti...
We’re just too different
* We’re just too different. The bright green of the message box remained stuck like a fog on my eyes. Only when they dried out did I see the text underneath: “You can no longer message this user”.Surely I couldn’t love you in the hang-out-all-the-tiwww.onedoor.ccme way, and that made our connection different. I cared about you more than about anyone else, but I wouldn’t pick up the phone every time you’d call. I had for you the kind of love that stayed in the shadows. Weeks later, I’d type in my notes We’re just too different and stare at the words for minutes at once. I saw what you thought was the uglies...
Safety Pin
SAFETY PIN Jupinderjit Singh"Honey, come here fast. Please help me with these goddamn hooks," Daisy called out. “What now?” Saurabh said, exasperated. He was multi-tasking while getting ready for the office. He was tying his shoelaces, munching last bites of the stuffed potato parantha and all this while, he was reading a famous columnist’s piece on Sachin Tendulkar’s batting form, and he was trying to catch the highlights of the previous evening's T-20 match. He hadn’t been able to see the game properly due to similar intrusions by his wife. “Can’t you bloody come here once?” Daisy shouted at...
More than what you bargained for
I've always seen these mountains as the edge of the world - a fine line between another world and the mundane activities of salt drying meat and choping firewood for the upcoming winter. Beyond the purple mist that wreaths the evergreen branches and the the rays of sunlight filtering through the branches, there always seems to be... more. When the pathway from the cottage to the treeline fades from crunching gravel to the crackle of dried leaves and snap of branches underfoot, the woods seem to hold their breath. The birds quiet for a split second and the breeze rustling the branches ceases. T...