Fire. Mouth. Stars.

Fire (July 6)

11:54 am.

It had reached the eighth floor and was rising rapidly, uncontrollably. The office was evacuated 32 minutes ago. Akshay was at his desk, typing away furiously. Everything around him was getting charred. Yet, like the sky outside, his mind was clear. “The promotion is surely mine,” he smiled.

His deadline was 12.00 pm.

Mouth (July 7)

"Red wala!" "Mujhe blue wala!"

For the last decade, these were the most common requests Naresh received. Kids clamouring outside the local garden for their favourite balloons.

After 10 years, today felt different. As he blew life into the balloon, he took his own away. He collapsed as the balloon floated away towards the skies.

Stars (July 8)

His temples throbbed with rage as he thrust his fists into his hapless brother’s face. "It’s ROUND! It doesn't have 5 pointy ends!" he yelled.

Gopi realised his mistake when his mother nearly ripped his ear out. "The sun IS a bloody star you moron!" Rahul though kept seeing stars for the next few weeks.