Jack and Jill # 12


Jill: Hey, check out the newspaper. There is 60% off on women’s apparels.

Jack: You must be kidding. Sixty percent??? Show me.

Jill: Yeah! Isn’t that amazing?

Jack: So much discount would turn a saree into a bikini. *giggles*

Jill: I am off to shopping while you cuddle your stupid jokes.

Jack: Wait. Check out this little son of a spoilsport.

Jill: Who? Show me?

Jack: The teeny tiny *Conditions Apply at the bottom corner.

Jill: Oh, the discount applies only on purchases worth 20 thousand and more.

Jack: You can thank me for saving you some time.

Jill: Or…Thank you for setting me a target. See you later, honey. Bye Bye.

Jack: Nooo!!! Wait!!! *cries*


Kiss Me Here

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon for him until the doorbell rang. She had returned from an hour long shopping; it was a shopping of a different kind though.

She walked straight to the bedroom; he followed her.

She plucked the lower end of the shopping bag and toppled it on the study table at one go.

A volcano erupted. Continue reading “Kiss Me Here”

Flip the Coin

I gulped dinner and hurried to my room. I did not want to miss even a moment of a quick calm nap that I could steal from a sleepless night that was to follow.

I dusted my bed as if it would make any difference.

An engineering student’s hostel room is a matchless place.

Mysterious ambiance, filthy bed – missing bed sheet, broken window glasses, tables that would see-saw with scratchy sound, moral-immoral-inspirational-offensive-‘As if I give a damn’ attitudes written all over the walls, dusty mirror that would hardly reflect anything, years old calendars hanging for the sake of hot chicks posing on them, grime covered empty hair oil bottles, cutouts from newspaper with James Bond poses and bare bodied Arnolds and Sylvester Stallions; are few of the attributes of making of an engineering guy’s typical hostel room.

This room – my room – was no different. Continue reading “Flip the Coin”

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