The Darkroom:
The room was eerily dark. Ghostly shadow gallivanted behind the curtain with a frenetic pace, to and fro, scaring the shit out of her as the face was in the pillow. Hallucination, the voice roared in her ear. She cursed herself for checking in the hotel room near the forest. The voices didn't stop at anything to harass her. "When the fuck is the light going to come back," she cursed. Footsteps scampered behind the door and she almost yelped out of fear, invoking prayers to save her from the jaws of death. Thud! Someone banged the door. She was too shaken to face the room's entrance and almost jettisoned out of the bed. "Ma'am," a voice spoke, "You checked in the wrong room. It's the dark room. Hope you are not too scared."
Whatsapp!
"Throw away your smartphone. Whatsapp just doesn't work."
"You lost it. Why don't you give me your super expensive phone, snob woman."
"No, I am tired of it man. Every time, you send bulk and silly whatsapp forward?"
"So, I am the one who suffers na."
"Just throw it away, will you? Or get a new one...check your settings."
"Can't. It keeps me on the toes to fight the imagined ghosts."
"Your head...your head....biggest distraction."
"What?"
"There is no point flooding my whatsapp and waking me up in the night to send you back the same old pictures 1000 times."
"You don't need to. My whatsapp has stopped functioning."
"Good! I blocked you."
The missing wallet
Dan searched everywhere for his wallet and threw away all the documents scattered on the table. The orange wallet has mysteriously disappeared and he has less than one hour to settle payments. He pulled off the curtain and flung the bed sheet in frustration. The phone buzzed and the call center agent chirpily said, "Thank you, Mr. Dan. Your account has been debited." Dan was crestfallen and wondered whether the wallet and the credit card walked on its own. He was disjointed and slouched on the chair. A sharp object hurt his asset which propelled him to sprang to his feet. The wallet was smiling at him, napping on the sofa. He flapped it open and saw the bank cards wreathed inside, unharmed. "Who made the payment," he wondered.
A smooch
Niharika excitedly scampered in the crowded mall and hugged him tightly. She gently cupped her face towards his mouth to smooch passionately. He was shaken and stirred at the same time. She sensed the confusion on his face and moved two steps backward. "Ron!" she asked. A wry smile surfaced and he nodded victoriously. He got his revenge on her when she rejected his proposal in college to go steady with his twin brother. She seethed with rage and her face went pale.
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