Chartreuse_GOLDEN BANGLE_King Animal_Beyond Infirmities
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Chartreuse
“You should definitely wear the red dress. Sexy.” “Sexy?” I mumble, confused. My best friend holds the dress up. “Red is notoriously romantic,” Cassidy explains. “Perfect for a date.” “Right,” I just nod and take the dress from her. Cassidy and I have been friends for twenty-something years, and no one probably knows me better. Which always makes what’s about to happen absolutely hilarious to me. It takes three seconds for her doe eyes to widen, two more seconds for her hand to fly to her mouth, and a fifth of a second for the horrified expression to take over her face. “Shit,” she starts to...
GOLDEN BANGLE
Raghuram was waiting at the lounge of Hotel Solitaire, a famous five-star hotel in the city. He was waiting for his colleagues to assemble there for Brunch. It was an official meeting and was generally being conducted there every quarter. While a few had already turned up, some more were yet to join. He was very particular about punctuality. Unfortunately, others took it casually. Even if it were to be a get together just for eating, it was an official meeting. His assistant Subhash generally used to handle such meeting and eating. But he had gone on leave and hence Raghu had to do it himself....
King Animal
King Animal He lived but knew he was not of them. The whole village was a tribe that turned to beasts at night. It was the curse, the pact so ancient. It protected in the days of war, and among men he was dejected until he made a decision, knowing somehow he didn`t belong. In a village faraway, he would procure a charm —a charm that would make him invisible—unseen by eyes of men. Sufficiency for each day: for he would steal; only what he wanted he would steal. The “native doctor” made it clear that Ossai was so high he could tell the rest of the world what the weather was like up there. The...
Beyond Infirmities
To the Stranger who lives in E4~Just this morning I caught a glimpse of you, just as the elevator doors began to close. Your burgundy tie was a bit askew as you fumbled with your briefcase because the eldwww.onedoor.ccerly woman next to you bumped into you with her zebra-print umbrella and carpetbag monstrosity. Very Mary Poppins-like but with a 70's flair. Perhaps she has her own secrets she carries, cumbersome and unyielding.I know mine are. But what secrets aren't weights crushing us and grinding us to the bone?Here again, another chance blown away, tossed far and wide as if caught up in the dance of gus...