A long night's sleep and when I woke up, I found myself on a deserted island. No trace of human existence around. All was barren, dry, colourless and lifeless. Wandering in search of food, I stumbled upon something and fell on the ground, biting the dust. Genie in a bottle? I rubbed, I rubbed hard. No genie came out, and I woke up just to realise that it was my Old monk bottle that I was rubbing all night through. Hungover Dreams!
Monday, 8 October 2012
Two years had lapsed since he moved from a remote village in India to a far away country. Miles away from home, it was that time of the month when he eagerly awaited the letter from his mother. This time, the letter didn't come. Stoned and stifled, he waited. Weeks later, a letter from the Sarpanch came, informing him of his mother's demise.
'Omg! You know there's a hot guy who recently joined??' 'Yeah?''I think I have a crush on him. Will propose him this Valentine's' 'Super!!' She mustered all her courage and handed him over a letter with a small teddy bear, expressing her liking for him and ran away. Next day, to her utter shock and disappointment, a paper airplane was lying on her desk. It was that letter.
Saturday, 6 October 2012
He accidentally broke the glasses. Scared, sweating, breathless, he hid under a table. Suddenly, someone pulled him by his hair. A monstrous devilish face! A punch in the nose and he started bleeding. The hands carved soft enough to etch future for themselves had become rough and were getting wasted in washing dishes and doing labor. Eyes overflowing with dreams of a bright future, drenched in salty water. Hope was still alive in his heart. With his first salary, he bought himself a pen and a notebook.