Thoughts, stories, musings, and meanderings.
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DaVic had heard about people regaining consciousness slowly and becoming aware of their surroundings bit by bit. That wasn’t how it worked in his case though — it all hit him like a speeding rocketship slamming into a planet, and no retrorockets to slow down the ship either.
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“What?” asked DaVic, trying desperately to catch up with the swift transition of events.
“We need to go! Now!” said the woman, her eyes darting everywhere as if expecting danger to be hiding in every corner of the room, and spring out at any moment.
Another story set in the “Honest, the Martian Ate Your Dog” universe. Most of my stories since “Honest” have been set in Kabul City since that’s where the original story was set. However, I felt that it was time for a change of scenery.
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“Can I have your autograph?” asked the tiny old lady, speaking in a tremulous voice, looking earnestly at Dick like a lost kitten.
Dick Turpentine, highwayman extraordinaire [OK, maybe that was being too kind — Dick was at best ordinary, but generally considered to be sub-par] stared back at his latest victim in confusion.
A really, really long time ago, I wrote a few lines as the seed for a short story about a man on the run from his wife’s wrath after selling her dog to a martian. Then I forgot all about it.
I had very little sleep last night. It’s those darn annoying AirBnB guests. So strap in for another story of entitlement, lying, and outright sense of privilege 😛
It was around 8:30pm last night and we hear people shouting “Happy birthday!”
Till a few months ago, I didn’t think a fitness tracker would be of any benefit for me.
I thought a fitness tracker was something somebody who led an active life-style — a jogger, a swimmer, or somebody who went to the gym regularly — needed but not for somebody like me, someone who sat at the desk (or rather on the couch) the whole day in front of a computer.
It’s 4:30am and I’ve been up since 1:00am — it’s those pesky AirBnB guests again!
AirBnB closed the last complaint we had about noise from our neighbouring apartment saying that the host had been unaware of any issues and that the host promised to inform their guests to prevent noise issues in future.
Fahim and I. I’m having a high pain day, so collapsed on the bed. Fahim and I started doing Tai Chi when we were in Perpignan, France. The videos we were following — because, yes, we used videos rather than in-person instructors since we are, after all, hermit introverts — were the full deal including footwork.
I had originally planned to write this post to introduce this new blog. But real-life events intruded in the form of AirBnB guests and not getting much sleep (you can read all about that here). But here’s the original post … finally!