The Dead Bee SyndromeFamily and friends would often comment how great Mr. Sharma’s life was. The house in Mumbai, the son overseas, he was living the Indian Dream.The Dead Bee Syndrome by ~SiNg0d
He had retired two years ago, with sufficient income to support his wife and himself. The son in the UK did wire some money now and then, but that was just frosting on the cake, the pension made sure of that.
The son would call them almost every fortnight, the ring of the telephone echoing through throughout the empty house. Every time, just before ending the call, he would ask them one thing, and the answer was always the same.
Mr. Sharma loved his freedom much more.
But the retired Qua
The HolidayMr. and Mrs. Gupta killed rats for a living.The Holiday by ~SiNg0d
Theirs was a small company, just the two of them. Once the call came through, both of them would put their heads together and plan out the entire thing. Mrs. Gupta would handle the front end of the operations, the billings and other things, while Mr. Gupta would be the back-end, the one who got the job done.
This arrangement had worked well for the past forty years. Acquaintances would claim the two had never taken off a day off all these years; something Mrs. Gupta quietly reminded Mr. Gupta every time they went to bed. We would do something someday, Mr. Gupta would kindly reassure her, and the
PainThey had told me how it was going to be.Pain by ~SiNg0d
I was to lie still, and let them do the work, but hey, I never agreed to not scream, did I?
So I screamed. I screamed as if there was no tomorrow. I screamed because the local anesthesia didn't quite mask the effect of the six inch knife that was now slicing its way across my gut, the blood flowing down the sides, onto the table.
"Clench on this." The orderly pressed down a cloth firmly into my open mouth. The dry cloth smelt, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I clenched, as hard as I could. I must have been clenching really hard, since I think I passed out.
When I woke up the bearded d
'Life is ...'I asked people to complete the sentence 'Life is ...' and this what they can up with. While some are harsh truths, some are funny, and some are hilarious!'Life is ...' by ~SiNg0d
Life is ...
a hard on.
a hhhiiiggghhwwaayyyy, i wanna ride it all night lloonnngggg
simple in the moonlight
too damn short.
a 4 letter word.
short to many, but little do they realize it's the longest thing they'll ever experience
an anagram of file.
described with lots of pretentious trite drivel by pseudo-philosophical idiots.
:bulletblue: A cancer that ages your organs, whitens your hair and chips away at your beauty like meth.
:bulletblue: a box of old cereal and a game of pong.