I am never late for a show. That’s my habit. However, this one time, due to unforeseen circumstances, it happened. I reached the theatre hall barely before the third bell was to be rung. I searched for my seat. (The kind usher was happily chatting away about the pros
I stopped and turned. It couldn’t be…I said to myself…It just couldn’t be… her. While I was standing there, contemplating which of the two results – me going and speaking with her or me ignoring her after having seen her – would be more disastrous, I saw her
“I can’t live without you,” he said. Actually it sounded more like he was insisting. But she was not a person who would listen. “But don’t you see? I have to go. I have stayed long enough with you. I know you can’t live without me. But
“So? Do you like her?” I knew that statement was gonna lead us into uncharted territory. I alksoknew that I had to think up of something really fast… Or I would have to face the barrage of questions again… “Oh? Uncle I just remembered! What happened to that stamp collection
The bus pulled in to my stop and I heaved a sigh (of relief maybe). I looked for the nth time at the address and in the rearview mirror of a car, (presumably theirs) and practised my opening statements… Obviously, I did not want to goof up this time… I
So there I was, with the girl of my dreams, and she was making a mess of my dreams… I never was good at handling crying women. Still, I decided to take the plunge… “C’mon! Don’t take that to heart! I was merely saying things that I didn’
I hadn’t met anyone in a long, long time. As a result, it was but natural that for my parents to resort to that famous pestering line of theirs – “You should meet up with them, they are a good family. Moreover, it is their room that you are living
I have often wondered what it was that made Karl Marx tick… Not that I am against him or anything… Though I must admit I strongly resent his views on Communism and the rise of the Proletariat (whatever that means…) I am in a place which can be best described
-Charles D’ Kens “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Thus begins the masterpiece by Dickens. Where he stopped; I begin, not as effectively but… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two cities, that are quite close and yet far enough to allow travel, that too, only for so long
I am in a new city… a new place… a new surrounding… and I am all alone… Some people may classify that as FUN, some may classify that as eternal bliss (whatever that means), some may have branded me as a lucky b*****d….whatever… I am roaming the streets
“Why do men smoke”, was popular question with all my girlfriends when I used to be on a date. Most of us would have laughed it off, or at the most cleverly changed the topic to something else something more interesting as her dad’s daily routine (yeah, only, it
He had the face of an injured puppy, the kind that melts human hearts and I had a meeting to attend. Not able to withstand the squished-emotions-face any more, I (quite reluctantly) went up to him and sat beside him, afraid he would start (what he thought was) the only