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That spooky encounter!

I could feel commotion and havoc all over the place. It was an ambience of disturbing pandemonium. Ah! My head ached like as if it were going to blast. I couldn't move my body either. Looked like as if I have had a strenuous workout after a decade or so. Where was I? I struggled hard to open my eyelids apart. The scene was totally out of focus like one of those poorly focused photographs I usually take. It was all dark, or may be kinda sepia toned. I tried hard to focus squinting and relaxing my eyes alternatively. Slowly it all became clear. I remembered those microbiology classes at school where we adjust the lens to have a clearer view of the strain on the slide.

It was clear. She was standing right there a few steps ahead of me. Scrawny and raddled soulless eyes which were caved in and pitch black with tiny red pupils. An unnatural smile smeared across her face, slowly expanding into a grin. I quickly closed my eyes because I knew that was not real. For a second I convinced m…

Shit happens.. Once again!

*Alarm buzzes*
Me: Tanana a nanana ooh ooh ooo o ooooo nanaaa woaoooooh hooo (when your favorite song is your alarm tone)
Once again Me: Nanananaaaaaaaa oh oh hoooooo lalalaaaa.....
*Conversations in the head.. right away*

Hmmmm... By the way, why is mom in a hype this early? Is it their wedding day or has the maid agreed for an extra bonus hour of work? Or has someone offered to adopt me? Music 'n all huh.. W.. Wait !! Don't tell me it's the alarm!! Oh my God.. Oh my God.. Oh my God.. (Reaching out to the mobile with closed eyes and ... )
*Involuntary Snooze*

To hell with the sudden plunge into this deepest sleep that appears from nowhere that has a life span of less than a few minutes..
Two minutes later..
*Alarm buzzes once again*

The inner me: What's the time? Is it a working day? I thought it was an extended weekend. Wait.. What day was yesterday? Hmmmm... Let me think.. Friday.. Saturday... Sun.. Oh man! It's Monday! Urrghh.. I hate Monday mornings. Should I…

Hoarding until... Forever?!

That 2 year old pallazo pants gifted to you by your sister-in-law, which you pretty much know you have outgrown. That 4 year old magazine lying there just because it holds the picture of your favorite actor who is a dad of a cute little toddler now. (Yay! Hearty congrats to him). The 5 and a half year old blanket that once decorated your hostel room and was the only room decor you ever ever owned- that sometimes role-played as a curtain, a food mat and a floor mat even (yuk!) lying there with few strands of thread on the verge of detachment but still clinging on to tight.

Whenever I think of ways to part with them, an invisible hand from nowhere seizes them all and puts them back to place, convincing me with valid bulletins which confirms their place for another 3 years.

Those nail paints and lippers that have successfully crossed their expiry dates but you don't just feel like discarding them away. Like.. How can I be so rude???? I once pampered them like my own descendants and …

The promise #100wordstoriesentry

(This story was written in response to the image)


Finally the day had arrived. Trembles and quivers had been my uninvited companions for the past few days. My heartbeat raised as I walked towards him on the stage. His eyes met mine. All at once, a sharp twinge hit my spine exactly the way it did, the first time I saw him. Nothing had changed.. I realised. It was beautiful. There was an exchange of a million words.. of the love we shared.. of the promises made. Beside him stood an angel. Yes she was an angel indeed, in the elegant white gown with a bouquet as beautiful as her. I exchanged smiles with both of them and wished them luck as I descended the grandstand. There I was left... with a temporary smile and a permanent scar in my heart. ❤️

Life Lessons

Scenario 1.

Me: *Huffing and panting entering home in my blue sports tee and shorts. I looked BEAU-TI-FUL. Fully drenched, the shoe laces untied, slimy hands and feet, scruffy unkempt hair and a few scratches on my right knee and elbow. Hmmm... Din't I say BEAU-TI-FUL? (Well.. Nevermind.. playing cricket in the rain compliments you with all those uninvited add-ons)*

Mom: Looking at me.. *beep beep beep* once again *beep beep beep* Actually after a while of beep beep beeps... (this continues until all the bad words in her dictionary have been used).

Mom: You better run to the nearby grocery and get me few tomatoes, onions and blah blah... (the list continues for a few seconds). And if you don't, then u will get no dinner and you will have to sleep on the roads tonight.
*Slams the door *

Me: OK mommy. (With an evil smile turns towards the road. Wow! that means extra bonus minutes to play in the rain.. Quickly picking up the list and the money pouch.. Runs off to the shop…

That restless sunday evening

Will he reach on time?
Or should I call him to confirm? Oh God! To hell with the city traffic.. I could hear honks here.. there.. everywhere.. It's a jam. Wait.. What is this? Clouds from nowhere. Oh man! Is it gonna rain now? I sat there biting my finger nails with a trillion thoughts in my mind.

It was one beautiful Sunday evening. Mom and dad had a family function to attend and there I was left jaded and alone. After a while of debate between the good me and the bad me, I decided to get myself some company to spend the evening.

My heartbeat, still raising with every second as the minute hand raced towards the estimated time. What am I supposed to do? Should I call him or atleast send a text? I took my mobile and checked for messages. There weren't any. My smile slowly flattened. All of a sudden a grave silence spread across my soul. I started walking hither and thither restlessly with my eyes fixed on the wall clock.

In a few minutes..
*Ting tong*
I jumped off from the cou…

Random thoughts about ... nothing in particular

Have you ever been in the state where your mind gets piled up with insane, uncategorized thoughts about random things in life which you do not find a platform to rant about?
Well.. Here are some of those "Random Rants"...

When you express your opinion in a group and suddenly realize that no one was listening and you try to act relaxed and casual, though you felt like the most dumb and imbecile person sitting there.

When you exit your 18page word document after a tedious edit and give a "No" involuntarily to the "Do you want to save the changes made?" and then.. after realization, experience that mini heartattack.

Have you ever had the urge to shout this out.. "Dr.Batra .. I definitely do not need your hair transplants nor your special hair loss treatments nor your homeopathic hair fall therapy. So... Stop spamming my inbox !!"

When ever the damn light goes off, your ill-mannered uncivil mind deliberately pushes you into thoughts of ghosts, whic…

3am thoughts

Sometimes I wonder how people get so intense and dour during this part of the day and night routine. Like what's so special about this time?

Ordinary people become poets all of a sudden, the guy next door acts like a philosophical thinker of all times, people in love feel their hormones gushing in an extraordinary pace, babies kick start their inflating metabolism rates and butt in on their dozing parents, people with broken insides wet their pillows in torment metastasizing the woe to every other cell in the body...
And then...

I sit there as an undernourished esurient hungry monster, raiding through the house for some nibbles and munchies..
Hmmmmmmpphhh priorities...

So what kind of 3am person are u??

PC. Amreenajan (well.. that's my scribble) 😬

Thought process..

It all starts with a "hii baby what's up? " from me. 2 mins .. check my phone .. no reply.. 
5 mins...
10 mins....
No reply.... 

Assumption begins.. 
Well... He must be busy. By the way today he has his presentation too. How hard had he been working for it for the past 4 days. My darling should definitely do well. 
(Angelic smile) 

5 mins later.. 
Checks mobile.
Single tick.

Angelic smile disappears.. 

Why has he switched off his network? Is the work that important? By the way he never does anything of that sort without informing me... Or.. 
What if he had lost his mobile? Has he encountered with an accident? Should I call and check with the room number and hospital name? Wait.. If he is admitted then who would pick his phone up? Or the person who admitted him might just check through the log and give a call to the recently dialed number. If that's the case I should have received the call by now. Does that mean it was somebody else who he was talking to? O…

The Elevator THING

I hate elevators.

Yes. Elevators according to me are the wierdest places to be on Mother Earth. Like who would want to spend few minutes of his entire life stuck up amid a bunch of complete strangers? 

Why don't people understand? If he has to go to the 4th floor from the 2nd, why does he come all the way to the 1st floor, pick me up and then head towards the 4th? Like are we bonded in anyway that you are showing me this concern?  

Why is it that people forget their existence and stand like a bizzare statue until their destined floor arrives? Their senses are regained only when the door is about to close and they exit giving free elbow and knee massages to their fellow mates.

Why? Why do people have to talk in ear-splitting tones in that small room? Like no one is interested in your newly wed brother's honeymoon trip or on your left leg which had a spasm the day before or on how bad your wife cooks.

Why is it that people do not use deodorants? For God's sake they were invented …

Losing weight when you are at home- A microtale

Mom : Do you wanna have something?
Me : No, mom. I'm not hungry.
(...I continue to look into the screen of my laptop).


Extremely delicious and succulent gulabjamuns floating in a bowl of sugary syrup arrive at the table.

Me : Errr... Mom...Or may be I should recheck my tummy state once again. (*Sheepish grin*).

Me, Mom and Food..
The viscious circle once again.

The queue

The guy behind me was drooling over and I could hear slurps with every passing minute. I could infact feel his fork on my spine as if he were to kill me if I din't move. We were standing in a long queue of 5 people for a buffet dinner (Ofcourse 5 people when your stomach is growling is a "long" queue, you antihuman). Every possible toothsome thing you can think of was just lying there neatly embellished. It was not food- it was ART on the table. 
The tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked pasta smeared with it's white mousy companion, some brown lilliputs on the tray showered with a dark brown viscid syrup and colourful sprinkles, the long strands of noodles which looked as if they were lying there jaded and were gesturing me to engulf them. There was also a strong cheesy and creamy aroma of something really luscious, which was coming all the way from the soup bowl. My mouth watered and watered and watered. I just wished to play H.G.Well's 'The invisible man'…