I am not ready to die
I was intent on chewing a pencil when all of a sudden I noticed that the pencil had dwarfed itself. Oh my! It was me who had dealt its size a blow. I needed a whack for doing it. A notification on my mobile distracted me and I opened it to check. Oh no! Radha's husband had suffered a severe stroke and was scheduled to be operated upon in a couple of hours. Through the film of tears, I once again noticed the pencil that seemed similarly dejected. Oh God! Life had whacked me and the pencil seemed to echo my pain.
Well, my thoughts drifted to my closest friend. Hadn't she received a slap...
Well, my thoughts drifted to my closest friend. Hadn't she received a slap...