Khayaali Pulav :)
Should I call it Briyaani? People at home like Biryani, and I like Pulav. Hahahaaa!
Anyways, “All the characters and events depicted are fictitious. Any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental.”
A person, say A, is lost in thoughts while traveling on a train. A stranger, say S, after small talks with people around, sits next to her.
S: Suicide? , or Murder?
S: Love marriage? , or Arranged marriage?
A: Oh! Murder.
S: Mine was suicide.
S: What's bothering you? In love with someone?
A: Arreh! Do I look so dumb? I have got a life after death. I am not ready to die again.
S: Then what is the problem? People around are so concerned?
A: Once, my brother dropped me at the office. He became my boyfriend. Another time, I went to stay with my father in the native. It was tagged - live-in relation. People are ALWAYS concerned.
S: Then, what is the problem? You look lost.
A: Oh, that! I am cleaning my inner chambers. I know, a lifetime is insufficient for that. Lost! In those calculations.
S: Then people said, you went with a stick to wake up the head.
A: Oh, No! I am a cool monkey. So people are concerned. I know I am INCAPABLE to CHANGE SOMEONE. I am very selfish. I do not have the time and energy for that.
S: I am relieved.
A: Then, let's go.
A: To eat 99 variety dosas.
A: You just earned a Dr degree. Let us celebrate!
S: But, what did I do?
A: You just lightened my heart.
S: And why is it 99 and not 100?
A: There should always be something in life to reach out for. Else life is dead.
desires and fears
in full swing
balancing on the tip
of a needle