SAY NO TO AN EXTROVERT GIRL_That Dreaded Spare Key_The call_To Remember You
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SAY NO TO AN EXTROVERT GIRL
Shankar was quite excited to know that his friend Gopal finally agreed to his mother’s request to see the girl. Gopal was quite skeptical about ‘girl-seeing-ritual’. He had discussed this topic many times with Shankar and other friends. Everyone shared their opinion and offered comments and advises. For some friends, it was an outdated practice. For some, an easy opportunity and for a few more, a real nuisance affair. Rohit said both the man and the girl felt awkward and uneasy and under utter tension at that time. Rajan said, “I am fine with any system. But I understand -- we men tend to crea...
That Dreaded Spare Key
To say he was looking forward to going home was to put it very lightly, almost imperceptibly so. It had been the main thing on his mind all day, whenever something went wrong he had resumed his ‘I can go home soon’ mantra and it had made him feel the littlest bit better. The thought of ordering dinner in, blending in to the sofa, and putting something mindless on the television was all that was keeping him going. Of course, in true bad day style, it was nearing on two hours past the time that he should have been finishing work when he finally hid the remaining paperwork underneath a file on hi...
The call
“Let’s play a game” Shane says breaking the silence that has been hanging over the room. We have decided to hang out at Seth’s place. Since school has started we barely get to see each other; and our friends group is pretty split. “Sounds boring” Seth says not looking away from his phone, he is laying in the chair his head at one end and his feet hanging off the other. “Oh come on Seth, it’ll be fun” I tell him hoping to change his mind. “Fine” he replies sitting up looking at both of us. “What did you have in mind?” I ask turning my attention back toward Shane. “Well we can play truth or dar...
To Remember You
I hope I do not wrong you when I wrote this. It is genuine.Sometimes, I forget my age.Sometimes, I change my name.Sometimes, I don't want to know how I look.Sometimes, I don't want to talk about it.Other times, I rely on my age regarding my maturity.Other times, I rely on my name to be remembered by other.Other times, I rely on my looks to be given attention.Other times, I want to talk about it.When I think about sleep, I often thought of peace. A long awaited sleep, reward of the day. My dream greeted me like a war hero. I admit I am so fond of it up to the moment where I realized; reality be...