Itch

This itch Hurts, Suffocates, Bleeds. This itch I’ll scratch Till I reveal What’s hidden Underneath. All your Excuses; All your Pretences, I’ll scratch, Scratch, Scratch, Till nought remains Of your conjectures And your lofty disdain. What are you? Only a scab I want rid of. A reminder of A deleterious past; A fetid pus Born…

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Why Do We Take Our Closest Relationships For Granted?

Good Morning Dear Readers, If you recall yesterday’s short story that I had published here on TPC, it was about a Husband and Wife arguing over who would change a dirty diaper. If you notice the tone of the story, it is humorous, yes, but maybe you will also identify with the arguing couple –…

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WHY SARCASM DOES NOT MAKE YOU WITTY

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s so fat even a hippo would look slimmer than her.” “I thought I was looking at a blackhole!” “Dodos aren’t extinct. I’m looking at one.” “Looks like the waiter went off to grow those coffee beans.” And the quintessential Indian snark – “Arey kahan mar gaya?” (Where did you go…

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Erupt – 3

Hello Folks! Remember how I had started a series here on TPC titled, Erupt, and how the poor series was left unfinished because of my eternal tardiness? Well, I have good news for those of you who liked the series (thank you very much) and would have liked me to continue. No, no, I’m not…

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