It was not long ago that this incident happened. It was a sunny afternoon. Myself, my younger brother and younger sister were walking towards our apartment after devouring the entertainment provided by Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Just a few paces into the walk, we noticed that we were being stalked. Just to be sure that the stalker was following us, we played a little game. We pretended to stop, the stalker stopped; we pretended to take turn, the stalker turned as well. Now, being sure that we were being followed, we chalked out of a plan. We walked into a shop and bought a rusk biscuit for the stalker. The stalker was none other than a cachectic puppy that looked like it had been starving since a day or two. Once we tore the pack of rusk biscuit and gave it to the puppy, it pounded on it and guttled it as if it had not eaten in days. It was only then it stopped following us. We then walked into our apartment contentedly with a proud feeling that the deserving love is being bestowed to the poor little puppy.
If given a chance to choose between a widow and a divorcee, I would definitely go for the widow just on my presumption that widows know the value of man and companionship better.
Just learned the hard way that you cannot walk straight when your bladder is full.
A relationship of two lovebirds ended abruptly after almost a year and a half. The reason being the boy ignoring the innocent girl for reason best known exclusively to him. After a hard six long months, the girl fell for one of her many admirers just to beat the emotional trauma she had suffered from the breakup.
Now, after almost a year since the breakup, the boy texted the girl on her birthday only to be shot back with what she had gone through all this long. She was still unhappy about the unexplained breakup. In spite of being in a healthy relationship with the new boyfriend, she did not hesitate to gush out the sadness she had endured because of the boy. The boy kept quiet throughout the discourse. Then came the text message from the girl, “don’t forget that there will always be a special place in my heart for you.”
The boy did not have a word, but to weep deep within.
He texted back, “stay happy and stay blessed, take care.”
Extended version coming up in my next post. Keep visiting.
Just launched. Keep seeing this space for updates. Lots of stuff coming up…!!!