One should definitely try a samosa. Its crunchy outer shell breaking against your teeth to let the flavors strike… however don’t buy just anything that is sold off the curb in the middle of the busy market for the people sitting around in semicircular (certainly unstable) benches, sipping tea and enjoying the samosa while watching the news are not sitting there because of the savory appetizer. It is because they don’t have much else to do. So unless those are the ranks one would like to join, I would recommend avoiding the temptation of eating just any samosa and beg it be treated more like Sushi – in the image that ea
Stirring from within, he felt the calloused arm sizzle further in the rays that crisped up the ground besides him. It was as if among the roars of the passing wind, and the distant, indistinguishable screeches and screams the ground too was blistering, was churning up and disintegrating, calling out for someone to shade it.
“Not today you don’t…” the man replied through gasping breaths, replying to the sand that shifted with the wind, letting fresher layers unearth. He chuckled at the irony and looked around for any sort of shade. The trench he was huddled in was of no use in the matter – or at least at that spe
She approached him as he sat on the bed. Her knee pushed into the plush foam, sagged due to the abuse of over use. Her digits entwined as her elbows rested on his shoulders. The pressure sunk him into the doughy mattress.
“Romanticizing are we?”
His lips were parted; his eyes stared blankly at the cold wall. It was a cold blank wall, no paint ever applied to peel away, no picture ever hung to be taken off. It took a moment for his lips to connect, for him to clear his throat and mind, and reply.
“Not really… just wondering about the possibilities of where we could be…”
Her arms slid forward as her hands
It was a sunny day. The traffic comprised of a usual composition; a man with statistics on his mind might further support this observation. Though the traffic ran smooth and undisturbed, there was one particular junction where it condensed. Here the heat and blaze from the cars seemed atypical as the engines hummed silently for the traffic signal to open.
For many at the busy junction it was a lucky day for examination results were due. For others it was rather unlucky for very different reasons. Indeed some could blame their bad luck on a fairly dusty batch of stale toffees and expired juices.
Just as typical as it was for a certain number
He picked up the fruit basket from the table with a lot more force than required. That was due to the third rejection he had had in the last week in a particular department. After each rejection they had picked a person inferior to him in skills.
He placed the basket down on the mattress as the fruits shuffled a little. He scanned through the oranges that the basket contained and picked up a plump one, with a smooth texture and a satiating aroma. Yet as he turned it over for further inspection he saw a hole which a stem from another orange probably made. From that area, it was slightly rotten. He instantly put it down searching for another o
He sat in his tower that overlooked both his castle and the plains far ahead. He had seen them drenched with blood many a time for years had passed since he had taken the seat as Baron; he had lost count after a century or so had passed. Yet he sat there, fresh in youth and sound in health as if time had yet to bare its fangs against him. He looked around. There were objects surrounding him that were as old as he was. Staring at them he felt a shard pierce his heart for the first time in years and he gazed outside the window.
His servant Biliuth entered the dark chambers where he saw his master seated in his usual seat next to the great blad
"There is nothing you could do about it". That was something that always made me cry when I recalled it for the last few years.
I had heard it since I was a little boy wearing shorts running around in school. One day during our dodge ball practice my friends accidentally hit a girl sitting alone on a bench. It bruised her arm.While the other boys continued playing with no concern, I approached her, sitting nervously at the other end of the bench.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She rubbed her arm a few times where the ball had hit her and then withholding tears she gave a weak smile "Its ok, the pain cannot be lessened. There is nothing you can d
Padlock tower: the letter by NotenSMSK, literature
Literature
Padlock tower: the letter
He sat in a position that few would call comfortable. The chains confining him gave him restricted access to the battered table woodlice scuttling hurriedly through the crevices while the chair itself was pitiful. With one leg missing and the remaining three squeaking under his frail being, one could hardly call his sitting as comfortable.
Yet it was the least of bothers for him; he gazed outside, admiring the silhouette the line of trees at the mountain pinnacle formed with the sun behind them. The sky was cloudy with many a pretty clump noticeable at frequent places. He smiled at the lightest flicker of gold as the leaves swa
He walked through the soft mushy sand that clung to his feet not wanting to let go. Life was unfair. No, life was unfair to him. Why was he the only one in the hospital that day that was born without an arm? Why was he the only one with this curse?
His toe bumped into a stone lying idle on the beach and he winced, grinding his teeth, wanting to hit the stone back but knowing it was to give him little satisfaction. He stared to his right where the tall rough edged crests of the Tojinbo Cliffs stuck from the ground up, casting a shadow over the small stretch of a partially sandy beach that was available to him.
As he approached the cliff, wan
The psychiatrist held the door as a hesitant child of age eight walked in and sat on the small stool. The psychiatrist sat opposite to him.
"Hello George, I am Dr. Majid. How are you doing?"
"I am sad Doctor No one plays with me and I am always alone at school."
"I am sure it will be fine after some days. So George, do you know why I have called you here?"
"No I don't know"
"Well then George you know about Shelly? You know what happened to her?"
"Yes Doctor I know. Why?"
"I want to know what happened when you last saw Shelly. Everything okay George? This is very important"
"Okay Dr "
"Can you please tell me what happened?"