Wife likes to believe that she holds some power over the weather. Husband can't help but play along. And to his dismay, every morning, while leaving for work, it begins to rain. Thus forcing him to acknowledge that the sky—if not the entire universe—conspires against him. But then, he can't be late for office either. So he sets out with his umbrella knowing pretty well how ineffective it is in keeping one's pants dry. However, just as he's about to leave the room, Wife says something to effect of "The rain won't trouble you!" like Lady Indra would have. Husband nods and smiles at her pretending to be grateful for her divine intervention. As soon as he gets out of the building, the rain stops as if on cue. He looks back up at Wife standing near the window on the first floor. Both her eyebrows rise together, forcing his face to fall down. After all, as always, rainfall will resume once he's moved out of her sight. Something she isn't aware of.
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Last Man Standing
He thought he was a sad human being. It had nothing to do with truth. He just believed so without
allowing himself a reality check. For most part of the day, he kept walking with his eyes staring at the ground below. If not, then he'd be standing somewhere, lost in his own cloud. Well, some people like being depressed. It gives them a soothing feel like a warm smile in an air-conditioned office or something. Perhaps this guy in question was one of those. Who knows for sure? We're just speculating here. But he did look morose. After all, he never seemed at peace. Something was bothering him inside. If he had a lover, we could have figured out what his problem — other than the girlfriend — actually was. But he was too lonely to be associated with anyone, especially not from a fairer sex. He simply continued appearing worried, friendless and in dire need of a mention in someone's silly blog. If only he had somebody to share the fart-breaking news that he was suffering from piles and can't sit on his third eye as comfortably as he once could!
allowing himself a reality check. For most part of the day, he kept walking with his eyes staring at the ground below. If not, then he'd be standing somewhere, lost in his own cloud. Well, some people like being depressed. It gives them a soothing feel like a warm smile in an air-conditioned office or something. Perhaps this guy in question was one of those. Who knows for sure? We're just speculating here. But he did look morose. After all, he never seemed at peace. Something was bothering him inside. If he had a lover, we could have figured out what his problem — other than the girlfriend — actually was. But he was too lonely to be associated with anyone, especially not from a fairer sex. He simply continued appearing worried, friendless and in dire need of a mention in someone's silly blog. If only he had somebody to share the fart-breaking news that he was suffering from piles and can't sit on his third eye as comfortably as he once could!
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