As I opened my eyes, saw no one around. Room was quiet and clean. I felt tired and dizzy. Then I heard a creak. The door opened. He stepped in, holding something. I choked, my voice disappeared. I saw what he was holding. My eyes welled up and I let out a cry- “My baby”.
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55 all over again
Posted in Fiction in 55 on June 10, 2008 | 6 Comments »
I did a 55 too…
Posted in Fiction in 55 on June 6, 2008 | 4 Comments »
While watching out of the window, something suddenly caught my eye. I knew it was a subtle hint to what I should do next, to calm the storm inside me. I now recognize that strange feeling since morning. Now I know; I have to eat that delicious plate of road-side pani-puri to calm the storm.