He woke up with a sudden start! He glanced at the bedside table. The clock showed 11:17 a.m. He looked back at the pillow. It was completely drenched with sweat in spite of the air conditioning. It was the third time in the past two weeks and every time it was the same. He dreamt … Continue reading Obsessed
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Worlds Apart
He sits at the table, drumming the top, thoughts wandering to pinpoint at that one face, sitting among all those piles, of books, reports and rotten files, all he thinks of is the one he needs, more than the air he breathes. it ends not here but keeps nagging. neither hunger matters nor work, he … Continue reading Worlds Apart