Sliced Apples

Warning: This is not a fiction. 

I was standing and reading my book in the metro while a fellow traveler who happened to have a seat was eating his apples. Now the apples were sliced and were  nicely placed in the little round container. He was munching on them and occasionally offered them to his friends as well. The box came into my sight a few times, as the train moved and so did my book and the apples would come into sight. 

I all of a sudden had this thought, a funny one I should mention. The thought was what if I pick one of the slice from the box very discreetly, would that guy even notice? I mean he was busy talking. And then I laughed to myself and wrote the incident down. 

If that guy or someone from the group is reading, then next time please offer it. Just kidding. 

Man behind the door

I had been sitting on the sofa for some hours now with my laptop in front of me with no charge left. I had been without electricity for hours now and had been sitting in complete darkness. I heard someone climb the stairs and they sound seemed to stop right in front of my door, I expected a knock but it did not come and everything went silent, same as a few minutes ago. The only difference was that this time the silence wasn’t comforting and I had my doubts.

I got up from the sofa and went to the door silently, like a burglar in my own house and very careful with sound. I put my ear on the door and tried to listen and heard some sounds, someone was whispering on the phone or might be talking to himself but then someone else spoke too. By the time I was sure they had some motive and I tried to listen more carefully and pressed my ear against the door. They talked for some time with faint voices and I couldn’t make any sense of it. Then they stopped talking and everything went silent once again and  one of them knocked on the door and I jumped back.

I had to draw a long breath before going towards the door again and heard another knock and I slowly undid the lock and opened the door. There stood two men, their faces not visible in the dark, then one of them stepped ahead and said – “Hey, we are your neighbors. Do you have an extra candle?”

That’s all folks. 🙂

P.S. Copied it from my diary, wrote it earlier in the evening.


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Please note- I am a Nikon guy.


Who lives there?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clean Slate.”

Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

On my right there are two shelves with around 160+ books and magazines,there are several DVD’s of play station and movies.In the middle of those two large shelves there is a television and just above the television there is a painting framed.Moving on to the left there is a bed.The room is simple and has minimalistic approach.The person who lives there seems to be amazing,well no surprises because it’s me who lives there,well not me it’s more of a common room.
Most of those books and novels and magazines belong to my brother,I just borrow them.I had planned to read the whole shelve and I’ve made incredible progress. 😀


Today is my sister’s birthday,Happy Birthday to her. 🙂

Also,I noticed that there are two types of people on facebook who wish you birthday-
1.They post it on the wall.
2.They work a little harder and wish you in a personal message(inbox).

Inbox ones are better! Aren’t they? Just kidding!

P.S – I forgot to mention,we are twins. 😀

Bad Signal Bad Day.

Bad Signal

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

What are you talking about was my first reaction?I don’t know who left this voicemail.So I called back on the number and some old guy picked up and said the same thing,I was like eh?Do I know you sir,I said.He asked me my name and realized he left the voice mail on the wrong number and the line went dead.
That’s how it ended folks. 😉

Dictionary – Shmictionary

Orthodox,yes this was the word I used back when I was in 7th standard.I used it in a little argument with my friend.
To my luck even he didn’t knew the meaning and ended the conversation right away,I won it.

I went home and looked for it’s meaning and yes it didn’t fit within the argument in which it was used.

For Dictionary, Shmictionary.