“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
“Hey dude, come check this out!” I called out to Ashwin. “You remember the old family photo hanging at home? That was taken here!”
“The one where nobody’s smiling?” He snapped back without lifting his eyes off the phone. He had a gazillion selfies on that phone. Continue reading “Dude, please”
“But this is the middle of nowhere… sweetheart, we’ll dispose it when we’re home” – Kane said looking at Zoella, who sat next to him, clutching the bag of trash, the remains of their monthly father-daughter picnic day.
“Daddy Look! There’s one there!”. He stopped and she jumped out and ran towards the trash can. Continue reading “Trash”
Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not yet the end. – The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
She stood on the terrace of the fifty-five storeyed skyscraper looking at the city which looked colorless and lifeless to her. The sun had begun to set behind the dark clouds that had enveloped the city. The usual yellowish orange evening sky was nowhere to be found. In its place, a grey horizon. The cold winter wind hit her face mercilessly as if trying to freeze the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
She didn’t notice the first few drops of rain that fell on her, for she was numb. A sudden downpour followed. Her body ached with so much pain and sorrow that she felt it tiring to even stand. Her subconscious made a decision that was as sudden as the downpour and she didn’t notice it either. “There is no hope”, she thought in her mind as she stepped over the terrace with her eyes closed. Continue reading “Self-Preservation”