Merry Christmas_The window_Cluttered Life_Summer's End
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Merry Christmas
He heard a quick rap on his office door.“Come in,” he said, but the door was already opening. It was Martin, in a sleek navy suit and patterned tie, holding the door with one tanned hand as he casually leaned into the opening.“Hey, Chris! Glad to see you’re still here,” Martin said, flashing a brilliant smile. Some of his dark hair was beginning to slip free from the rest, which was neatly slicked back. “Martin, what can I do for you?” Chris asked, swiveling in his office chair.“Just wanted to remind you that we need to get those reports before next quarter.”“I remember," Chris said gently. “...
The window
It was the end of June in Mumbai. After three days of incessant rains, the monsoon relented to allow the frenzy of Mumbai life to resume. The tracks re-emerged from the swaths of overflowing waters and the local trains carried this frenzy and distributed and re-distributed it across the city. Madan was in his office, a hitherto unused corner improvised as an office by setting up partitions on two sides to give him the benefit of having an independent office matching his recently acquired stature as an officer. His crammed office on the eighth floor of the Government Administrative Building in ...
Cluttered Life
“It’s Mine, you can’t have it!” Mary had always been an avid collector. As a child, she had kept every toy, every book, and every trinket that came her way. As she grew older, her collecting habits only grew stronger. She spent hours scouring thrift stores and garage sales, always on the lookout for the next treasure to add to her ever-growing collection.At first, Mary's collecting was harmless. Her apartment was cluttered, but it was manageable. But as the years went by, Mary's collecting habits grew more extreme. She started hoarding everything from old newspapers to empty cans to broken fur...
Summer's End
After playing in the waves all day, as the sun starts to dip lower in the www.onedoor.ccsky, she slowly makes her way back to shore. It is August in California, the water is cold but refreshing in contrast to the scorching sun and the heat of the day. It's finally coming down and the air will soon begin to cool.It was nice spending the hot day bobbing in the waves like she did when she was a small child. Technically, most adults would consider her to still be a child, but why did it feel like she no longer was? Why did it feel like even though they consider her to be, she could no longer claim it hersel...