OOPS!_Buried Dreams_A life lost forever_Cold Hands of Fate
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OOPS!
OOPS! And that’s the longest, largest, blackest and most painful Oops in the English language. What a shame that Grandpa is no longer here to look at it and laugh at me. He would never say ‘I told you so’, but I would read it in his eyes.It was back in 1956 that I made the monstrous error. That’s 64 years ago, most of which I have regretted. On that day, I had been lying on the couch reading a magazine when in walked Grandpa. He held the mortgage on our house so he never knocked to enter. You should know that Grandpa is currently the richest man in the world. Far, far richer than Bill Gates o...
Buried Dreams
The air was as crisp as the amber and scarlet leaves that fell delicately through it. It was as crisp as the cardinal apples that hung on the bushy trees across the yard. My knees sunk slightly into the soft earth of our fenced yard as I crouched beneath a large oak tree, its trunk thick from age. I began digging into the soil with a rusty garden shovel. All around me lay a menagerie of objects: a tiny race car, a tarnished key, a painting of my family from art class, a keychain of a black dog, a letter to myself, and, most importantly, a ring. Behind them sat an old tin lunchbox. My dad offe...
A life lost forever
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their life, a boring yet adventurous one…“Ma’am, the whole tour of Humayun’s tomb will cost you only Rs.500...”…” No, thank you, we are not interested..”…”Ma’am please take this opportunity to discover the grand tomb of the Second Mughal Emperor”...After much negotiations,the price was finally set at 300..But the tourists were least interested in this deal…Even I then left the persuasion…It was 5:00 pm by then…That day, I earned a meagre amount of 350 rupees from a group of Korean tourists who were eager to know about this resplendent monument that e...
Cold Hands of Fate
“I’ve never been ice skating.” Saaya fiddles with her fingers. She looks like an angel when her head tilts back and long strands of her hair appear golden under the sun’s gaze. Her hazel eyes are like pools of warm honey, and her skin is a soft shade of brown. “But I’m afraid of getting hurt. It’s this fear of pain that always stops me from doing things.”My fingers clasp around the grey mug, so tightly because this feels like an illusion. The whole apartment feels as if it is from a magazine with its white walls and colourful cushions. Two magazines sit on the glass coffee table in front ofwww.onedoor.cc me...