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The anchor of my life
I have heard this phrase often that love makes you do impossible things. Whoever said this must have had a personal experience of doing something unfeasible for that special someone. When love enters our lives, we are not even aware of it. By the time we realise, it has already taken a course of its own to overpower all our senses. The heart behaves strangely, and the hormones never cease to fluctuate! Two decades back, when I was a fresher in college and had decided that love was not meant for me, I was brought face to face with this tall, dark, handsome young man. People close to us at that ...
Love Is A Killer
Love is a KillerTwo cops huddled in a dingy backroom finishing up reports on what they agreed had been a suicide, but then the best friend of the deceased called and said she was responsible for the death and wanted to be arrested. The younger cop said, “She’s lying. There is no way she lifted her best friend up onto a table saw, of all things, switched it on and somehow pushed her into the blade. It’s not even physically possible. Murders are done with guns or knives, not table saws.”The older cop smiled ruefully. The kid thought he was ‘doing justice,’ or some such shit. He said, “It’s goo...
Big Brother
The light from behind him lightly caressed her face. Ruffled brown locks fell haphazardly across her puffy cheeks. Her breath was slow, a slight snore occasionally piercing the still air of her bedroom. Her lids, which hid big, innocent brown eyes, were comfortably closed. She looked like an angel, a painting from the 1940s. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed, so calm.He adjusted the dirty rucksack onto his shoulder, careful not to make too much noise. He didn't want to disturb the kid from what looked like a good sleep. I wonder if she's dreaming, he thought. I hope their good dreams. He look...
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“Where I come from shit isn’t sweet.” Now get the fuck out of here. In the last month, he has sent me home five times for stupid infractions docking my pay each time. It never occurred to me that disorganizwww.onedoor.ccing the meat freezer would be like stealing money from the cash register. I can see froth bursting from the sides of his mouth. Even though his arms were flailing about, I felt safe. I felt an awkward lull come over me, as he mimicked the antics of an ungraceful ballerina who, with each movement, looks less graceful. Having something to do took precedence over pride. My fate was determined b...