Congestion Histoires

I have been terribly sick lately (one of the reasons i haven't been posting anything) and so I wrote a poem about how i felt.

In the fictional town of Dharampur, a curious junction-once crowned by a regal mermaid fountain-has grown into the legendary Jalebi Junction. With Bhola the ox, a moonwalking traffic cop, and a jam that swells and ebbs like river tides, life here is as comic as it is chaotic, forever outwitting civic plans.

Under the raging sun of a hot summer day in Cairo and on the side of the street busy with speeding cars, he stands. He waits for an opportunity to strike. He has to go through this battle every day but victory isn't always on his side.

Ravenswood was a town shrouded in mystery, where the trees seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. The streets were lined with old oak trees that creaked and groaned in the night, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky. Emily had always felt an eerie presence lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. On this particular night, Emily was in her backyard, gazing up at the stars, trying to escape the feeling of being watched. The wind rustled through the leaves, creating an unsettling whisper that sent shivers down her spine. She shivered, despite the warmth of the summer night.