Grass_A SPECIAL LUNCH AND A PHONE CALL_Friendship on the Train_A Puppy for Christmas
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Grass
There was grass in their hair. He had seen it about five minutes ago, as his partner had climbed up the bank of the river, shoes slipping on the dew left over from the early morning. So perhaps the time of day was at fault. Surely if it hadn’t still been midday the grass would not still have been so wet, and they would not have tripped in it, rolling down the bank and arriving at the bottom with significantly less dignity than they had had at the top. And then there would have been no grass in their hair.He wanted to reach out and remove it as soon as he noticed it. It was bright green, fresh,...
A SPECIAL LUNCH AND A PHONE CALL
Priyanka received a phone call. It was an unknown number. First, she hesitated. Then she picked up the call. The lady on the other side of the call introduced herself as an old friend from Yashoda Hospital and she reminded her about Priyanka’s blood donation stunts. Priyanka remembered the incidence and recollected the lady. She told her, “It was not any stunt Aunty. I genuinely donated blood at that time. Though it was not used for the patient you were referring to. By the way I am not seeking any fame or remuneration for my deeds. Neither I keep boasting about myself. Just because you mentio...
Friendship on the Train
Taking a deep breath, I looked at the girl sitting beside me on the train. “I liked it,” I blurted out. She turned to me in confusion. “Huh?” “I liked it,” I lamely repeated. “Uhh, what did you like?” Her face was kind as she indulged me. “Your painting. I saw it last week and overheard you talking to your friend on the phone about how you didn’t think it was that good. But I liked it.” Her face transformed, a smile lighting up her features. There was a twinkle of joy in her dark eyes as she ran a hand through her shoulder-length black hair. “Thank you.” I turned back to face the front of t...
A Puppy for Christmas
He hadn’t intended on remembering the date on which they had been partnered together at work, it had just happened, implanted itself on the inside of his skull awaiting his perusal whenever he desired to peruse. If asked why he remembered it so clearly, he would answer with one of the three explanations he had crafted that he deemed nonsuspicious, the favourite of which was that there was a good game on that day that he had watched at the pub in the evening. This was the favourite story because it was true, and the safest way to tell a lie is to make it as true as possible, anyone could tell y...