It was weekly off next day so we had some time to spend together for the only entertainment available to us in this closed room - watching movies. Getting up early next day was not a constraint for us. He pulled me to rest my head on his shoulder and started playing with my hair. … Continue reading Immature and Childish
(Continued from previous part...) Mike's company and support had a healing effect. Her head was resting on Mike's chest, surrounded with his slightly muscular but toned biceps. One of his hands was caressing her hair and other one was holding her from the back. After a couple of moments, when her crying slowed down, Mike … Continue reading Who Am I (4) ?
This post is breaking the regular sequence of my on-going story "Who Am I?", which I shall resume after this post. Door bell rang, and when I opened the gate of my apartment, I was shocked. Sumit, a good friend and colleague of my roommate, and another person were supporting my roomie from two sides. … Continue reading Love and Emotions
(Continued from previous part..) She was confused. She was nervous. She was unable to understand how will she explain it to Mike and everyone else that she "is" the James. It was embarrassing moment for her if Mike found boobs and vagina instead of a broad flat chest and a dick which instantly used to … Continue reading Who Am I (3)?
(Continued... from Previous part) He ran to the side of the bathroom where the big wall mirror was attached with the wash-basin. He just could not believe his eyes. His jaws dropped. He had probably assumed it to be the Magic mirror which would probably show him what he wished to see. He probably wanted … Continue reading Who Am I (2)?
"You won't understand it.", James said sobbingly. The emotional turmoil he was going through was evident and was reflected through overflow of his teary eyes. Mike looked at his face. He wanted to help him come out of this pain but he was unable to end his miseries. After all, what James asked was out … Continue reading Who Am I?
Frank Solanki, a very intuitive writer, who knows how to play with the words effectively to produce the desired impact, had recently posted a poem on his melodious blog. He asked for help in Working with Spreadsheets. The original poem by Frank is available here. I find his poems very simple, easy to understand yet … Continue reading The Working with Spreadsheets by Frank Solanki
This piece touched the strings of my heart once again.. as it expressed my condition very closely.
Taking it for granted, and assuming that Frank won’t mind me re-blogging his work through my blog.
"Why are you looking so sad for a couple of days?", asked my Roomie trying to cheer me up. "Naah ! It's nothing.", I replied, trying to cover up the disappointment spread on my face, my attitude and my actions. "Are Mom and Dad alright?", he asked again, putting down the glass of water on … Continue reading The Villain
Yes, he asked me to answer this, "What do you feel for me?" But, I did not feel like telling him all this. It feels very awkward, melodramatic and superficial. What is the sense of having a "feeling", if it cannot be felt and needs the words to explain it? I am not good at … Continue reading Daal Makhni Fry