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Little Drummer Boy
The world is full of music, if you will just listen. Me and my drum just make that music more obvious. I take it everywhere, strapped to my neck. Bad dum dum, ba dum ba dum. I play listening to the sounds of the street. My family got music in the blood, I am Eddie Garfunkle and yes I am related to the one of Simon and Garfunkle. I always play my drum, when things are quiet. There's a pause and there is my drum. Some people get very annoyed with me. I just laugh and keep drumming. I was walking, and I saw a woman there who was dressed very oddly. Patches of color everywhere, and a pointy hat. I...
CHINNAPPA
Chinnappa was considering himself as a lucky fellow. He somehow escaped the gang of hired men meant to join the rally and shout slogans and lend their support to the ongoing farmers’ strike. The strike initially was a big draw and drew attention of all alike. People really sympathised the ‘food-giver’ the other name of farmer. But when political parties interfered them with their vested interests it took a different turn --- an ugly turn. The agitation had neither farmer’s agenda nor political agenda. Certain unethical pisive elements also surged and usurped the platform. The police had a toug...
Sometimes, I Wish
Babysitting Jacob is pretty exhausting, trust me. All he does is sit around in different places of the house, his fingers mindlessly double tapping away at random memes that don’t even make sense anymore. I had thought I deserved better than this. That I had left behind my old days and moved on, but still often find myself playing situations, enacting scenes in my head over and over again. I thought I was cut out to becowww.onedoor.ccme a journalist, or better, an actual writer. I can’t believe I’m wasting away- The doorbell sounds, snapping me out of my thoughts. Finally.I open it to reveal Jacobs son, hi...
cankerous
The girl at Starbucks spelled my name wrong on the coffee cup she handed me. It's a normal name - Beth. But she's spelt Bett. Who’s named Bett anymore? I can't even think of a current Bett in mainstream pop culture. It's a small thing, but the sore on my tongue starts to tingle. I burn it with my half caramel, half vanilla latte, decaf espresso. The girl must notice my expression, twisted up in confusion and simultaneously let-down. Poor Starbucks girl. She's maybe 19, cute, clearly hungover. Probably just wants to hang out with her cat or smoke a joint. However, I’ve trapped her. Now she must...