The Web That Binds Us_Life past the window_A Peaceful Outing_Home Invasion
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The Web That Binds Us
There’s a comfortability that cwww.onedoor.ccomes with silence. The way that the background noises come into full focus. Passing cars, squeaky shopping cart wheels, and the gentle chime of bells ringing as shop doors are pushed open; all become the soundtrack of one's own life. On the right there’s a restaurant that’s been there since the seventies, you can tell by the yellowed menus that they still use. The owner Stan has been there his whole life, right behind that counter. He grew up in this place, opened his restaurant in this place, raised his three kids in the small two bedroom nearby; and by the way...
Life past the window
My wife and I met in college, I was a freshman, and she a sophomore. Obviously, she didn’t know I existed. You may realise this has had no effect on the fact that we got together anyway. You see, I was a bit shy at times; often focusing on my studies, getting good grades, and finishing first. Some might have called me a geek, but I wasn’t. Besides, whoever said geeks don’t get the girl? I enjoyed working out at the gym, so my physique was impressive, for a seventeen-year-old. An undisclosed advantage till then. When summer came I finally had the nerve to approach her at a pool party, hosted by...
A Peaceful Outing
Detective Srini hated breaking hearts. Unless it was necessary.Maybe that’s why he was regularly assigned these cases.He sat two rows behind his client’s wife, trying to shield himself from the blows the antihero rained on his assailants sending them flying in all directions on the screen.There was just one thought that kept on playing in his mind as his teeth crunched the caramel popcorn- When did I lose the plot of my life? Ms. Goldilocks shifted in her seat. Maybe she too had her nerves jangled enough and sought respite.The airborne assailants bit the dust with a thud. Detective Srini was r...
Home Invasion
Home Invasion One ‘Mum, why are you doing this to me?’ I ask with a glare. ‘Sweetheart, this is not something we are doing to you. It’s something we require of you,’ she states. ‘So, that’s it? I don’t get a say?’ I retort in frustration. ‘A family needs our help, and it’s only seven days. It is the right thing to do. You will see that,’ Mum says with finality. I slump with an overexaggerated sigh. Why us? ‘Only seven days.’ That’s a week of my summer holiday. Any moment, a strange family is arriving to set up camp in our home. Apparently, I am not even allowed to know their names. I escape to...