Runaway Bug

We had just finished watching an episode of Sherlock and my sister and I were discussing the episode when she had a craving.

I'm going down to get a..." Clearly at a loss, my sister began to gesture wildly; she swung her fist around as she said,
"The..umm.. you know what i mean."

"Keys? I really don't know. What?" I replied, utterly bamboozled.

"See? This is why you don't catch on as quickly while watching Sherlock. " there was a slight pause as she finally grasped the word. "I meant lollipop. You should have known that! I was eating it in front of you just earlier today!"

"Were you? I can't remember.." I said as i wondered how I could forget my sister chewing on a gigantic rainbow colored lollipop. I formed a rather ridiculous image in my head so I was stuck on how I could forget something like that.

We walked downstairs to the kitchen and Sheena opened the fridge,  where she had stored her lollipop. Right on top of it was a teeny tiny cockroach baby.

She made a disgusted face. "Ick. How'd that get in there?" She peeled off the remnants of the lollipop from the fridge tray.

"Oh! Look! It's getting away! EEEEEE!", I exclaimed.
The cockroach had indeed scurried to the bottom of the fridge and was scurrying away on the floor.

"No use eating this anyway.. Here goes!", said Sheena.

SPLAT

She struck the cockroach with the lollipop stick.

And it shattered into countless pieces.

"You should have seen that one coming!, Sherlock!" I said as I burst into uncontrollable giggles.

Tis a pity that the cockroach got away anyway.

The White Cross

She stared at the rusty white gate. She looked down at the parcel she was holding. It was wrapped in newspaper. As if the parcel was a talisman giving her strength, she pushed open the gate as much as the rust allowed and walked through.

"I wonder which one it is. Oh god. I dont want to leave it on the wrong one". Her thoughts were racing. She walked towards the far end of the cemetary. The numerous crosses that marked the final resting place of each person there, didnt have any markings.

Some were large and some were smaller. most of them were the same brown wood, fairly old. Some graves had grave stones. Some had flowers and others laid bare. Some crosses were ornately carved and others were simple.

But each marked the place of a person. Someone who was once loved.
which one was the one she needed to find?

Stories from my scandalous life -II

Whenever I go to the supermarket, I always tend to buy a lot of items I do not need or forget to buy items that I needed quite badly. This time, I decided to conquer this flaw of mine by writing up a grocery list!

I spent quite a lot of time on this list. I went through recipes, menus and my kitchen to discover what I was missing. I went through new recipes I'd like to try so that I wouldn't ever need anything. I had written the master of all grocery lists by the time I was done. My scrawly handwriting had panned over three pages of notepaper (about three times the length of a post it). I was sure I had forgotten nothing. I was proud of myself for actually planning something correctly. 

So when Bob asked me what I was up to, I told her I was writing a grocery list and I sent her picture (cos y'know.. THAT's big news). Her reply was immediate. And humbling. 

"What is this grocery list for? The Great Flood?" 

Stories from my scandalous life- I

It was the first day of 11th grade. New school, new faces, new teachers, new school board too. I stuck with the other kids from my school: I dont handle change very well. Luckily two out of three of my BFFs were in my class!  I was casually looking around my class when my eyes locked with someone else...

He was staring at me and looking into the depths of my eyes from the middle of the room. I stared back for a while. Then I sidled into the corner of the desk and looked down. I thought to myself,

"Ew. What a creep!"

Sadly, that was not the end of this one-sided-pyaar-ki-yeh-ek-kahani. This guy stalked me. He told all his friends that he was going to "Make friends with Pretty girl". He got my number from someone and started to text me.  He even added me on Facebook that first day (which i declined immediately, much to his chagrin and his friends amusement). Finally, an old school friend came to my rescue and threatened to cause bodily harm to him if he wouldn't leave me alone. He did. VERY quickly. Btw, dear friend, if you are reading this: "Thank you SO much!"

This incident did not blow up into a huge deal in college but it came pretty close. I was very relieved when he started to chase some other pretty girl with curly hair. I wish things had turned out more smoothly for her though...

Tangles of my shopaholic heart

Roaming the market with a friend has always been one of my favorite exercises. The market will never cease to astound me. Its full of strange people, exotic smells, and funny things to buy. We were just aimlessly wandering when my eyes caught on to something incredible. 

It was miniscule. It was Pink. It was glittery. Did I mention that it was wee?

It was a Tiny Pink Hat.

How can anyone ignore that? A teeny tiny pink bowler hat covered in shiny pink sequins! I was so astonished at finding this object that I was immediately overcome by the insuppressible urge to possess this anomaly. I was a zombie. I HAD to buy that tiny hat! Right AWAY!

Unfortunately (or fortunately), my friend talked me out of it and swiftly pulled me away from the sight of it.  It was a tiny hat. It had absolutely no purpose at all. It wouldn't even fit an incredibly malnourished baby's head.

But I cant help but feel a slight twinge of wonder about the hat. For that second, I was under the spell that everyone comes across in the market. I guess some people call it "Impulse Buys" but to a shopaholic like me…it was simply magical.

Have you ever felt like that? What was your equivalent of my Pink tiny hat?