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[Short Story] 9123

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She sauntered around the room, brushing her finger on the settled dust on the placid bedstand. How many days had gone by since she had seen another adult? She wondered.

The dredge and the humdrum were now drowning into a routine that she could not shake off. She drank the old room around her, not bohemium or minimalistic or too fancy. It was a standard room as any room can be. 
A large diwan in the centre, a cupboard and a common bedstand. Nothing too fancy. Nothing too cheap.

Just enough. 
But now this room looked enough and dreadful for her. She wanted to spread her wings, and she wanted to fly. She wanted to taste worldly flavours, and she wanted to go out.
She pulled her hair behind and secured them in a pony. Tied her dupatta to …

The height of blogging…. literally!!!

The plan for my first plan journey began with something like this- my boss in Delhi wanted me there in office urgently. He issued a flight ticket for the capital. My mind screamed with ecstasy as this would not only be an all expense paid trip to Delhi, it will also be the shortest journey back to an office.

The first thought that actually came into my mind was that of 9/11 and the next one was from the plane in the final destination movie. None of them helped me with the anxiety as I stood in the line, holding a cup of coffee, to board the flight 212 from SpiceJet.

As the plane took off, giving a light bump and disturbing my anxiety for a nano second, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly are the safety provisions if something goes wrong in this? Before the landing, the air hostess did give a demonstration and explain about the safety but they mentioned nothing about sky diving or free-fall for that matter.

As the plane ascended at 37,000 feet, slowly, the anxiety died down an…

Sharukh Khan and Cheese Sandwich

What do you do when you reach ‘Mannat’ i.e., house of Sharukh Khan on Bandstand Mumbai???

I had this dilemma this Saturday. You see, on a very hot afternoon I was to reach bandstand to meet someone. I sat in the bus very hungry for the train journey from pune-mumbai was completed in just one vadapav. (Arey, its Ganesh Chaturti, can’t have omlette and I don’t like cutlet and unfortunately the menu card ends over this menu in trains!!!)

So here I was sitting in the bus with Dipu of course, and the conductor tells me about band-stand and lo, I get down there. And there I see it, I see my ‘Mannat’ getting complete, I see a hawker selling Cheese sandwich…aah…blessed soul I am.

Dipu happy that she saw raging sea just opposite to Cheese Sandwich and suggest we take the sandwich on the rocks to eat. Well, frankly I see nothing else that the mouth-watering cheese and hear only the stomach rumbling. Then a van from NDTV speeds by and comes to halt on opposite side,

Hey, Something is going on here.…