My tiny gigantic adventures

Its raining and you can see rain droplets racing down on the window pane. And there's this half burnt candle which you lit last night. There's this half burnt and half soothing smell coming from it but somehow you like it. Tranquillity is running in each and every atom around you. Then your eyes catch a fold on your bedsheet which is small and soft and at a point you wanna crush it but you don't because it reminds you of the erotic night that you had with your partner. And then you turn carefully to behold the beautiful face in your eyes with whom you shared your body last night and you see the eyes which were examining your body restlessly last night, but now they are closed and then you see the chest that is rising and falling slowly and the skin...oh soft skin, which you kissed and kissed until your lover trembled with pleasure. And now you wanna kiss it again, you wanna kiss the little curves on the forehead, you wanna kiss those pouty lips which ran through out your b...

You know sometimes you take a risk and do something, it was kinda like that today for me. I went for my first roadtrip and ended up making a really good friend. Alex. When i first saw him, i wasn't exactly scared of him but yeah i was kinda intimidated by him. Well that's 'cause he's huge. And on the royale enfield, he looked gigantic. But from the moment i met him he was giving me the 'good guy vibe' so it was all good. Now I'm gonna say some stuff which will make no sense to you. But just bear with me for a few minutes alright. So lemme tell you something about myself. I am a bibliophile....or as they say a book nerd. Basically I love reading books. And since i read books a lot, sometimes, i perceive my life as a book. My theory is that we all are part of a book. We all are characters. And today, in my book/life, i met an interesting character; he was interesting enough to force me to write about him. When I first talked to him and heard his Canadian ac...

“Satish….Satish where are you?” Monica was screaming at top of her voice. She was searching for him all over the place. Usually Satish run from his home. He didn’t like to play with other guys. He just likes to sit on the dusty mound. He likes looking at the view and daydreaming. Though  the view was not beautiful at all. All he could see from his spot was a lot of mounds of sand. They were arid and  lifeless. But his dreams were beautiful. They were full of life unlike those sand mounds.That was his favourite pastime. His dream used to be different each time. Sometimes he was a reputed doctor in a big hospital, sometimes a big officer who moved around in big white cars with security officers around him. Sometimes he was a heart-throb rock singer and sometimes a pilot flying gigantic aircrafts around the world. But his most favorite dream was when he was the Prime Minister of the country. He saw himself wearing white clothes, waving at the crowd, wearin...

It all started somewhat an year ago. It was my left canine. It was morning time. I was brushing my teeth.  Rigorously. The old fashioned brush-brush-brush. I spit. Its white. But wait a minute. There’s something red BLOOD! Oh my god. I look it up in the mirror. My gum is bleeding. It’s all red. Then I notice something. There’s something white there. Boy it’s another teeth. Turns out my left canine is a milk tooth and the permanent one is trying to push it away saying “dude get off ! your job is done here. It’s my turn now.” But the milk tooth is like a stubborn little kid refusing to leave its place, kinda teasing the permanent tooth saying “I am not gonna leave.” It’s been a year since that incident. Gum bleeding is almost a regular thing now. I decide that its time. I need to see a dentist before the situation gets worse. I ask Anwar, my brother-cum-friend, well lemme tell you something here. Boys are either strangers or brothers. There’s nothing in between. He said he knows a...