Monday (July 9)
*Whoosh!* Thud* Crack* The time froze at 8:22 am.
*Whoosh!* Thud* Crack* The time froze at 8:22 am.
Dark circles and migraines, she could handle.
A dismissive boss and long working hours, she could handle.
Loud co-workers and unrealistic deadlines, she could handle.
A dismissive boss and long working hours, she could handle.
Loud co-workers and unrealistic deadlines, she could handle.
What she couldn’t handle was why they always, ALWAYS attacked her in unison.
The alarm clock was her first victim today.
Take 2
He woke up with a smile. Landing a job in Mumbai was a dream come true for Subhash.
There were 7 office skyscrapers near his chawl. Most of them jumped from above the 10th floor. His earnings were fixed - Rs. 100 per body. Business always picked up today.
Just another day at the office.
Take 3
Atrophied muscles. Chapped lips. Sighs of relief. Loads of hugs.
It’d been 4 months since the accident. “Shrewsberry biscuit please” he wheezed. The mind’s desires can be confounding.
It’d been 4 months since the accident. “Shrewsberry biscuit please” he wheezed. The mind’s desires can be confounding.
20 minutes passed. “Please…” he rasped before giving up.
All the stores were shut. Too bad Manoj decided to wake up from his coma on a Monday.
Take 4
A long belly and hip scratch and a satisfying yawn later, he turned to the other side on his bed. The sun’s rays penetrated his window, but not the thick blanket over his head. He twitched.
What was that? A faint whiff! And off ran Garfield to accost Jon.
Mondays often went downhill after breakfast.
Aphrodisiac (July 11)
Finely powdered. That was the term used. Clutching the pestle, he ground till the mortar’s contents matched the parchment’s requirement.
He emptied the final ingredient into a vessel containing the potion that took him a month to prepare. Finally. He could love again.
The corpse in his cave with the missing jawbone seemed to agree.
Forbidden (July 12)
He locked and unlocked his door, 9 times.
Next, he climbed into his attic and dug out a framed photograph. He took a silk cloth from his bathrobe pocket and cleaned the frame 9 times.
Finally, he flossed his teeth. He stopped after the eighth time for a sneeze.
He flogged himself for this error.
Aphrodisiac (July 11)
Finely powdered. That was the term used. Clutching the pestle, he ground till the mortar’s contents matched the parchment’s requirement.
He emptied the final ingredient into a vessel containing the potion that took him a month to prepare. Finally. He could love again.
The corpse in his cave with the missing jawbone seemed to agree.
Forbidden (July 12)
He locked and unlocked his door, 9 times.
Next, he climbed into his attic and dug out a framed photograph. He took a silk cloth from his bathrobe pocket and cleaned the frame 9 times.
Finally, he flossed his teeth. He stopped after the eighth time for a sneeze.
He flogged himself for this error.
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