Extracted from the story I have been working on, if u find any grammer or spelling , kindly ignore it.

Chapter 7, Housewives.

Allow me to tell you a story" I requested, Anjali and Nisha both leaned forward curiously, Ananya took a seat on a chair nearby.

Like old times, when we were bunch of idiots, I used to tell stories and they all circled around under shade of banyan tree to hear it. When life was good without internet.

"I heard this story on internet, was one fine story about a regular woman from Japan" I started " A woman was on her death-bed, In Coma"

I looked around to...