Unexpected News
Venkatesh was terribly upset when he found out that he had been transferred to Hubli. He didn't know what he was going to do about it .
Absent-mindedly, he started driving towards his house in Jayanagar.
He had known that his transfer was due to the bank, and he would not have minded going to a place nearby like kanakapura, kolar or mysore.
but Hubli? It seemed so unfamiliar and...
YOU’RE HIS EX GIRLFRIEND AND YOU SEE HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND WEARING YOUR T-SHIRT
If there’s one thing i can’t stand, it’s pity. Which is unfortunate for her, considering that’s all she’s been receiving ever since Harry had broken up with her.
Between her family, her friends, and long-known acquaintances, the pity was never ending. The looks people gave her whenever she occupied...
Lips Of An Angel
I rub the skin of her arm, eyes locked on the window
right by our bed. Her soft snores are the only sounds heard this late at night.
I flutter my eyes closed, trying to escape where my mind is; where my mind is
wondering off to. Thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking have been consuming me
nearly every...
A Lovely customer
A couple of years ago, I was a manager for a
fashionable plus size clothing store. I absolutely love it.
The bad customers were bad (as expected) and sometimes
awful (also as expected) but at least they gave me something to laugh about
with my co-workers. However, the good customers... they...
LOYALTY
After all war had
been finished more than a year ago. The two neighboring countries started to
exchange their war prisoners. Almost everyone who knew Farad , was among the
crowd. He was back after eight years. He was arrested by the enemy forces in
the front line while patrolling. For the first...
GROWING UP PAINS
life is pain enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
GROWING UP PAINS
'Life is hard/ I tell myself, as I stand before the
mirror and watch acne, that dreaded scum of a
disease, playing havoc with my face. I wish I could
drive the pimples out with a wave of the hand.
Then I tell myself that acne...
STRONG MEN DON'T CRY
I Jumped into my MG and drove through the night to Boston. I changed my shirt in the car before I entered the office on State Street. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, but several important-looking people were waiting to see Oliver Barrett the Third. His secretary recognized me and...
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