The F-word.

joyful read.

No blasphemy and obscenity here. But again I say its trash. Its like choking your neck at nadir and surviving at a point blank range. Its called life, precisely. They have a word for it, they call it Malady. You don't and you cant go all philosophical and poetic about it. It is practical stuff, sometimes too much science, neurons getting worked up in addressing pain to brain. Again, there is a strange comfort in it. The relaxation from faking a smile. Only maybe sometimes you get hold of the F-word. Fairy. In the form of a cupcake, chocolate bar, soft music, peanut butter, tom and jerry episode or what pleases you. But the F-word comes up. And POOF! Malady gone. Life exists though.

Reviews

[Jayylinares]

It's good so far! Glad to hear it's in the process. Can not wait to read the rest!:)

[Namrata]

oh no, this ends here. Another alphabet,another story.

[The Nude Writer]

I really liked this. Kinda cafe poetry.

[Namrata]

glad you do

[Effector Prime]

For some reason I wished this was longer.. I enjoyed reading the little that is here

[Namrata]

I will put up a longer one when I elucidate another alphabet someday?

[Chitra]

me an Indian too, good write ups.

[Effector Prime]

:) can't wait!

[Namrata]

:D in process

[Effector Prime]

excelente!