That Poor Little B*TCH – A Short Story

People always tend to tell others what’s right and what’s not. I don’t know on which basis they do that. I’m fucking forty years old and I still don’t understand how things tend to get segregated into good and bad. Even sucking smelly things is a really good thing for people and how can something…

A Promise: A short Short-Story.

{I am in this bus and a conversation between a daughter and her father triggered this thought. Couldn’t wait to turn it into a story and make it into a post. It’d a bit crude, but sure as hell, beautiful.} It happens so. . . She never doubted it: she is the most important thing…

The Stupid Marriage!

One fine late-in-the-evening! It started when I was going home on my bike in a real rush through the bustling crowd of our town’s busiest roads. What is it that started? “The turn of fate.” Of course, it could have started much earlier; when I came out that evening, or when that girl came out…