Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
I noticed throughout my short life that no matter how depressed I feel I will find my pets around me. I had different pets throughout the years, from bunnies , birds, cats, hamsters, to my one and only turtle.
After reaching my Nani’s home, I was contemplating if I should go ahead and make the first move by calling her but destiny had other plans.
Just as I think the moment is lost, he looks over at me and again I am back there, just me and him. It is just for a second though as someone catches his attention.
There I was dangling from my neck, my life at the fingertips of a sadistic science teacher. My hands were fumbling at my neck, desperately trying to loosen the rope.
Eight friends go on a trip to France, only to find themselves in a deadly nest of designer experts and reminiscent killers. A fashion fiasco. Can they help?
All the scenes of our late night gossips and the canteen chit-chat was running in front of my eyes when I was admiring her in the bridal look.
It was really wanted that someone in this should be like this, let me feel normal from the ordinary, as if there is no place of happiness, balloons around the podium ribbons fought.
Friendship is not about a name or the span spend in each other’s company. It is a feeling of joy and camaraderie that comes while talking to each other.