Not many people realize this but every day when I go home I feel lonely. It is an expensive and spacious apartment but I miss the room that I shared with my sister.
Even today I miss the mess of the room in that house. How can that be any better than what I have today?
"Dada sam ne se daya lena. (Take the first right, big brother). Avoid jam on all purposes."
"Ji Madamji" (Yes Ma'am)
His Birthday is Tomorrow. Not for the first time, I would not be present.
Does he still cut a cake?
Does he miss me?
Even if he does I do not care.
I am right at he is wrong.
The person who lost should have enough dignity to accept the fact.
"Madamji Ek shortcut loo kya. Jam se bach jayage par thora sunsan hoga" ( Maam should I take a shortcut. We would be saving time from the roadblock but it is a little abandoned)
I nod my head to give permission.
Little did I know what I signed up for.
What happened after that changed my life forever!
But then, Life rarely turns out the way we want it to...
Sorry for the delay. I could not be posting next week too after that the posts would be much regular.
Thank you!!
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ONE NIGHT IN THE METRO
Misterio / SuspensoThis is a story I have been thinking about for a long time. Subhalashmi Iyer is a rebel still not out of her teenage mentality at 28 years. She has Daddy Issues. Refuses to give an inch. For those wishing to read some teenage b.s. Should stop not...
