This is the second chapter of the story. Though you can read this as a standalone story, it is suggested that you read the first chapter before reading this, for the sake of continuity. Angels do not come down from heavens. If you love and appreciate them, you would find them in your own neighborhood. Just to refresh your memory, I am Sekhar (23), an engin...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam – One Way Ticket. His name was Attu, the Alpha of Prim'u village. Unlike the Pa'u who referred to themselves as villagers, the Prim'u thought of themselves as a tribe. From this reference and Attu's description of his people, I got the impression that they were more people oriented than the Pa'u who put the village needs ahead of those...
Desirée stepped out of the sonic shower, fluffing her sandy blonde hair. She stretched her naked body, trying to relax muscles still aching from early morning calisthenics. In that regard, being a courtesan was hard work; she had to be in excellent physical shape, so she'd be as attractive as possible for her guests. She padded barefoot over to her locker,...
*** Authors Note: Part 2 obviously picks up where Part 1 left off. While I make the suggestion to read from the beginning, a couple of refresher notes: Characters previously introduced: Phil - Main protagonist. Wealthy 40-something white male who reshaped his entire life following a workplace accident. Has had a lifelong tendency to act rather impulsively,...
Sitting on the park bench in Saint Louis, I was about to eat my fast-food lunch, when I looked—really looked—over at my chance-met seat-mate. At first glance, she looked like any of the homeless folks that grace all of our cities, and I'd been braced for the usual come-on tale of woe, followed by a plea for some 'spare change.' But, as I started to open my...
Mrs. Khanna ran into Mrs. Sorabji as the latter was stepping out of an exclusive shoe store at Nariman Point in Mumbai. "Hi Yasmin," exclaimed Mrs. Khanna," haven't seen you in ages! How are you?" "Very well, thank you. And you?" "Oh, vadhiya ji vadhiya," said Preeti Khanna jovially, then her eyebrows knitted into a frown, "you are a clinical psychologist...
Note: This story is a re-telling of Aurelius1982 Indian Wife is a Diwali Night Treat from the wife's perspective. One of his readers. Mili, sent him a suggestion for having the wife's narrative too, similar to my first story which Aurelius helped with. He asked me to do it, so here it is. Obviously, the main characters are Aurelius' creations and he deserves...
The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or according to his invetera...
Hi. My name is Radha. I am a twenty year old Indian girl with brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair. I am a freshman in a Bangalore all girls college. I grew up in Hebbal, which is Northern most part of Bangalore. We have a large lake, which is very creatively called Hebbal Lake. Many people come for bird watching. One of my strongest childhood memories happ...
We awoke early to prepare for the big event. It wasn't every day that you got the chance to schedule the creation of a new human being. Even when a couple is making every effort, conventional conception can be a hit or miss proposition. Success is usually reported some weeks later and comes as a thrilling surprise to one if not both participants. Having expe...