Ticket to Misery_Mrs. Feldman_Love Shackle_The Miners of Mount Elgon
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Ticket to Misery
Jack slowly meandered out of his kitchen, barely raising his feet off the ground as he moved. Coffee in one hand, and running the fingers of his other across the granite-top island still sparkling from his cleaning lady’s recent visit, he sulked towards the nearly panoramic wall of glass separating him from the rest of the world. The planet’s slow rotation had just begun to reveal the center of the solar system, illuminating Jack’s view of the just-waking metropolis far below. How appropriate he mused, as he looked out over the city that never sleeps, that he had been up for hours, unable to f...
Mrs. Feldman
It's Sunday today. I feel like it´s the first Sunday of autumn, and I am having a hard time with it. Last week it was twenty-six degrees. Today only thirteen... I'm a summer person, and at the end of summer my heart always has to break... for a few days anyway. What do we need then? Something that soothes the soul, don´t we? Yes! Thinking of rainy Sunday afternoons from my childhood always comforts me on grey days like today. My grandmother would bake flan (the best for miles in the area), and my grandfather would tell stories. While enjoying a pousse cafe (Old cognac aged in French oak barrel...
Love Shackle
The view from Pura Hill was unlike any other place in Bangalore. If the weather gods were willing, you could almost touwww.onedoor.ccch the clouds from the top. Cool breeze sweet notes, chirping birds returning to their nests, colorful hues of the evening sky, a guy kneeling down on his left knee with a ring in his hand…all wounded up in creating a magazine worthy shot.Seconds started to feel like an eternity when Samar’s girlfriend, Riya, stood in awkward silence without giving any response. Slowly, the fear of rejection replaced the hopeful smile on Samar’s face. His mind started racing through the appare...
The Miners of Mount Elgon
As the sun sets on the extinct volcano of Mount Elgon and the red light of the African evening fades, a female dung beetle scrambles over a pile of elephant droppings, forming her find into a ball. Once completed, it will be at least three times larger than the shiny, black-armored insect. She will roll her prize away backwards, a single egg enclosed within, to be buried in soft ground.Though the deed of the lady dung beetle is both fascinating and commendable—for it is she, and all her kindred, who help prevent the putrefaction of the land—there are other creatures whose doings we will attend...