The child cried incessantly for three days, ever since its vacations began, with only a break at night when it slept. As soon as it got up in the morning, the weeping and begging would resume. He wanted his video game - his precious Gameboy console - and he wanted it really badly, so much so that he cried real tears of sadness in crying for it.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Sunday, April 24, 2016
"Multiplying just for the sake of multiplying is the ideology of the cancer cell,"(1) claimed the sir in a thumping voice, so much so that all students in the biology lab were shaken into attention - not only those that were dozing but even those stealthily messaging on their cell phones.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Saturday, April 23, 2016
"Abortion is always immoral," she said, continuing the debate they had started the previous night. She handed the glass of orange juice to her husband, and wore her apron to start making breakfast. They were having their favourite Sunday breakfast - scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple, but classic. Especially for the man, bacon was always a good follow-up after a night-long oral sex.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Friday, April 22, 2016
Background: A and B are college sweethearts. They knew not how it all started. Was it lust that blossomed into love (like it always happens) or love that finally bonded tightly through lust (which most of us would like to put it as)? Lovebirds of college - whose happiness and sadness was solely a function of each other and nothing else.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Thursday, April 21, 2016
Suresh ran down the stairs, hastily mounted his bike, fiercely pushed it off its stand, kicked started it and revved the accelerator like the lights of the racetrack just went green, and left in a huff. "Bloody relatives..." he gasped as he shot out of the gate onto the road.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Monday, April 11, 2016
They crouched behind the garbage bin and waited. They watched as the butcher locked up shop. They looked around - it was late at night and not a soul around. This was the right time. They had to move now.
"Now is our time," whispered the hiding man to his mate, "the bloody blasphemous bastard. Sells beef in our area and desecrates our religion. Today let's teach him a lesson."
Published by Vicky Dada on: Thursday, April 07, 2016
Suresh stood under the awning of the tea-shop, watching the bunch of pariah kids huddled up on the pavement nearby. He had just wrapped up an interview - it had gone so well that he was confident of cracking the group discussion to start in half-hour. Once that is past, the job was his.
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