Coffee_Three, Two, One. Swish._Old friends_The last Promise
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Coffee
I wake up with a groggy mind, with thoughts swimming lazily about. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, although I don’t remember moving to my bed from the couch last night. I suppose I have always had a terrible memory, so I’m not sure why this would be any different. I pick my phone up from the nightstand and look at it. No new notifications, no new texts. I breathe out. Of course not, no one ever texts me, why would today be any different?I walk to the kitchen drowsily, my head still extra foggy from having just woken up. Not that it makes much difference, because lat...
Three, Two, One. Swish.
That was the day he did it. Three, two, one. Swish. I use to watch him from across the street on my balcony, he did it every day. Swish. Hewww.onedoor.cc ripped it, the turnaround fadeaway as the buzzer expired. He was fairly tall, I think he’s about 6’1 now. He’d be wearing one of the many shirts in his gym strip rotation. From basketball camps upstate, and from tournaments, warmup shirts and jerseys of his favourite players. Perspiration would dampen his hair, forming dark patches on his lean back. Swish. Tony was a great kid. If I didn’t see him from the balcony, I’d surely hear him. The sound of a baske...
Old friends
I picked up the photo. It had something written on the back of it which read, "whenever you need me, you know where to find me." I turned the photo; it was a photo of me and my best friend, Dandre, playing in a park when we were small. I could feel a broad smile draw across my face.I grew up in London with my father and mother as the only child. Dandre was all I had for a brother and a friend. He always found everything I say funny, even the lamest of jokes. But when I was twelve, we moved to Manchester, and Dandre and I grew apart.It had been two days since we moved back to London, to our old...
The last Promise
Once upon a time in a faraway land,- no, no. I can’t begin this story like this. This is neither a fairy tale nor a tale of pirates and dragons. I don’t want the traditional laidback cliché attached to this. This is the story of two friends. Two friends whose lives revolved around each other. They were like two stars in a galaxy joined by a delicate thread of love. Ajay and Prabhakar met in an unexpected way. One night there was a heavy downpour. Ajay, a young bespectacled lean boy of sixteen, went to the market to buy fritters. “Bhajiyas” or “bhajjis” as we call in Hindi. They are deep-fried...