“She turned the ignition off………”
…….and lay back, hearing the rain batter the windscreen.
Your turn.
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I need to fill this up with much better content than I had populated it with earlier. Why I write a blog maybe? I started blogging in 2009 or thereabouts. I was a newly turned atheist and wanted to converse with others of the same persuasion. We're not exactly a big population group in India! It didn't go very well and I sort of lost interest, posting a few things now and then.
I got a lot more regular over the last few months and have been posting almost daily since February '15. There were many reasons why I gradually became more regular in posting, but one way or the other, here I am! So this blog has taken shape, being at different points in time my showcase, my comedy club, my art gallery, my book club, my therapist, my close friend, my innermost self....but always my little corner of the world. You are all welcome to visit and I hope you stay awhile!
A few points about me because I don't want to lead anyone on(and trust me this does become an issue more often than I'd care to admit).
I'm Indian, the brown-skinned variety; if race, ethnicity or skin colour is an issue, you don't have to get to know me any more than what you see on my blog.
I'm 40, so if age is an issue, please be informed accordingly.
I was a doctor, an ophthalmic surgeon for 10 years before I quit practice.
As the streetlight gently touched her cheeks, from the shadows of the dark comes a man. “Sweetie”
As he came closer and closer the figure became more recognizable. “You’re worthy of live. You’re worthy of living” said the figure.
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*love sorry ๐
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Strangers coming over and talking to her on a dark, rainy night? She ought to have sped away! ๐
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No but the figure became more recognizable ๐ It’s up to the next person to say who this figure is and add to the story ๐ฎ๐
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There isn’t a next person, it’s a two phrase story. ๐
I liked the imagery though, very film noir. ๐
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Oops I used more than two phrases ๐
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The idea is to complete the thought, which you did, and quite nicely at that. ๐
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Tanq you ๐ถ
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I consider myself tanqed. ๐
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Parked the car and ate the falooda she had bought in peace :p
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:-D. Loved it, and now I want kulfi – falooda!
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You can get it today after work!! I am just crazy for it :p
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the burning hot coffee had already left a scar on her skin.
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Ok, nerd alert, but coffee can hardly scar the skin. ๐ ๐
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It’s indian coffee, anything is possible with indian stuff hahahha. Thanks for correcting.
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๐
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the spilled ink had already burned down her pages into ashes.
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I need to search an image for this one… ๐
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As in real image?
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Some deviantart work or something…
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Oh! I hope you liked it.
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Definitely.
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Soon after she placed the placard on her lap that read ” ‘She Robot’ – temporarily out of service”.
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Nice one. Thanks for playing!
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And wrote her last letter… The suicide note… Before jumping off the bridge.
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Would make a nice scene in a film noir.. ๐
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…and snuck around the back of the house in the dark, the pistol weighing heavily in her pocket.
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My, you are gruesome! ๐
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I don’t know what it is about your prompts…
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My, I am gruesome! ๐
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