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DOORS OF CHOICE
Doors had always been important. Everyone knew that. Children were brought up hearing stories about doors appearing and disappearing. There were stories about choices being made to open an appearing door before its inevitable disappearance. Yet, stories about those who opened an appearing door evoked sadness and fear, because those who were curious and brave enough to step through such a door were neither seen nor heard from again.By the time Calixa was born into the world, the steady vanishing of people generation after generation who purportedly walked through suddenly appearing doors caused...
Why I Want a Wife
Few events are inevitable, I guess. So when Mr Patel died his neighbours said it was the news of elopement of his only daughter with a Parsi boy that drew him to his untoward death. No one talked about how his deteriorating health had been for the last few months. No one talked of how stressful his work had become and no one talked of how finding a suitor for his daughter had become an impossible task.And then I heard that slow pitched old haggard voice- “Fate got him”.Confused, I looked at her and asked, “Why to blame fate, Amma?”. For years, Amma has been a spiritual guru, matchmaker, and re...
what a powerful word dilemma....
Back when i was a soft more in high school, I had a history teacher who was super chill, he never gave us home work and we basically learned from him by his experience in the army, he would tell us about his time serving our country, he wanted us to take notes and be a active member in his class, He always knew who to call on if someone was talking while he was teaching, He would get very upset and sometime drop a book on the floor and get the attention that way, I sat between two girls who would come to class and talk about their boyfriends, It got old real fast, They were the stuck up ones, ...
Goodbye. Hello.
I most certainly did not feel well, not well, at all. Everything wwww.onedoor.ccas hinky — my mind was all fuzzy, light from the sun blinded me, my skin was all itchy, I was dizzy as hell. And I had a migraine to beat all migraines — the worst ever. I was in rough shape.What the heck happened? I asked myself.I squinted my eyes, and looked around. I had no idea where I was. A city, for sure, but I didn’t know which one. My scrambled brain couldn’t come up with a name. I stood on the sidewalk, people streaming around me. I felt so weak — I needed to sit down. I crossed the street, and entered a small park. I ...