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The Plot - A short Story

Anna gnashed her teeth while waiting for Sid to arrive. He was half an hour late than the time they agreed to meet. She tapped her feet restlessly as she looked all around the cafe. The entire room was painted with coffee shade and doodle works of coffee-beans here and there. Antique lamps were lit and hung on the wall, soothing music played in the background creating a good ambiance. There were ten tables inside and only three were taken including hers. Waiters dressed in red uniforms walked to and fro to get and deliver the orders. One of them approached Anna twice. She gestured to him to wait. As she looked outside she could see the Sun getting ready to sleep, spreading the yellowish-red blanket all over the sky.  The air-conditioned room started to give her chills and she sprung to the restroom. When nature is calling you to have to go! As she came back to her seat she saw Sid there. She sat facing him and called the waiter.  “Two coffees”, she ordered without asking Sid anything. 

Phase of life - 3

The bright side of the darker life  L ife is known for its mysterious ways and uncertainty. I had been meddling with life with greater hope and wishes. I made a few write up on my life's thoughts and memories. But somewhere between being a normal person and a thriving one, I couldn't keep track of my writings. Eventually, the fire inside me started to fade. And then 2020 happened to bring me back to where I started. That's how life is - A phase of recycling. It just goes in a loop until you find your real path.  A completely unexpected phase that takes me back and forth the memory lane, reminding me where I really belong; In the world of words and writings. The path I deliberately left behind in the chase of something new or unknown to me. Coming back to this blog after 6 long years to edit it with my sketches and with a little more enthusiasm in writing it is more clear that my life was preparing me for this.  So this time I am going to stick with this. Hoping to write mor

The Tale of Love

THE MEOW @ 3AM Meerrrowww......mreo... I could hear this vague sound getting more intense as time passed. I tried harder to open my eyes for I was having a beautiful film made inside my eyes. I could see only darkness or dint I open my eyes yet? Oh, yea, it was midnight and that explained the darkness. ‘ Mrew ’ that feeble voice rang again inside my ears. I turned my face left to see Pichku standing on her two legs supporting on the bed facing my ears so that her sound waves will penetrate directly into my eardrums. Gosh, I wished my bed had longer legs!!! ‘It's 3 a.m., what do you want?’ my eyes asked Pichku. With her dilated eyes she replied ‘What the hell, it's early morning for me, come on feed me!!’...MREEWW I threw my blanket away and got off the bed to be lead by that little four-legged creature. She pointed her ears back to make sure I was following her. She directed me to the kitchen and sat. Thanks to people who manufactured readymade pet food. I put