"For every underachiever, there is an equally mediocre world out there for consolation"

Radhumai watched the television with a little more attention than usual. Normally she sat the whole day crouched in front of the idiot box either cutting vegetables or sewing torn clothes. The television ran mostly in the background while she focused on her errands and spoke to the maid in the kitchen. Today she was squeezing cotton swabs into wicks for her lamp. They were showing scenes from the Gadhimai festival - countless rows of cows being beheaded by volunteers with one swish of their sword for each head. The scenes amused Radhumai.
It was a crime of passion. Nothing less, I would say!
He suffered claustrophobic fits every night. He was not meant to be this way - he had all the power to break free, but he would not. He was trapped, not by they who put him here, but by himself, by his own love to see them happy. It seemed like they needed him here, in this dark and dank corner, and he accepted it for their sake.
Chintu was the most excited kid in the house, he felt like the king of the world, and he had every right to feel that way. It was his fifth birthday. Though it was only his fifth, he was already on seventh heaven. In Chintu's community, fifth birthdays were the most special and accompanied by maximum pomp and merriment. Every parent strived to make their wards' fifth birthday so special, like it was a once-in-a-lifetime occasion.
Raj had just reached the departmental store when his phone rang. He did not answer the phone. The street was noisy so he decided he would get into the store first. It was quiet in there. Moreover, once inside his son would get busy walking around and Raj could talk at leisure. Raj often came to this store as this was not so crowded. Most of the crowd went to the newly opened supermarket around the corner. Today he got his son along as the wife needed a break from the hyperactive kid. As soon as he got in, he called back.