tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12128241008982879012011-07-08T00:48:02.922+01:00Not all Nice Guys finish last. Some rise beyond the euphemism for 'losers'.Nice New Guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00149005304570812135noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212824100898287901.post-52800047396722096792008-05-15T06:55:00.006+01:002008-05-15T07:22:30.441+01:00

(I won't call this one a "short story". comments welcome.)She looked at the city. Sipping a glass of white wine, she was looking over from a high-rise building in one of the busiest cities in the world. Her life, her freedom, her thoughts, the journey.Excruciating emotional pains, the lost bliss of ignorance.She wonders if she would have been happier had she not understood with clarity how the

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(short story. comments welcome.)(this is a part of a series. premature endings may be taken up later.)"It's been many years. I need to get this off my chest."The voice almost woke up the counselor, who was too tired to concentrate on what the girl just said. The last appointment of the day, he thought, and sighed. It was always the last appointment of the day that turned out to be the most

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(short story. comments welcome.)(starting a series with this one. that's why it's called '1')(special thanks to whoever made that video for this song. I love the concept.)The counselor twitched. This was his last appointment of the day. Right now, Ginny would be getting ready for their movie date later in the evening, he thought. The blurb of random thought didn't stay for long. It was

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(short story. comments welcome.)I see. I see all of it everyday when I step down my 10th floor apartment in the morning, and when I drag self up in the evening.My new home is on the 10th floor. My colleagues are jealous. It was just yesterday when Kim said, "I am planning to get a house there. My husband and I are working on the financing. How much rent do you pay for it?" for the third time in

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(short story. comments welcome.)(Credits: I just attempted to paint another side of Nutty's post. Read hers first.)I don't know why my parents named me Keith. I never liked that name. Imagine schoolmates having fun at my expense, 'Keith Keith, Funky Teeth'. OK - I got some funny looking teeth in front, but so what?But I do not plan to talk about myself. It's about this lovely lady who lives in

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(short story. comments welcome.)"I am moving to another city this week.", she said slowly, as she stirred the coffee."Moving? This week? Why?", his voice had the alarm she had anticipated."Work.", she didn't look into his eyes."When are you coming back?", was his next question.There was no answer. Just the sound of a spoon stirring the liquid.He didn't ask anything else. Work, as she always said,

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(short story. comments welcome.)This was the sixth letter he had received within the last 4 weeks. Who was spying on him? More importantly, who was trying to help him? And what's the use now?Not that he was good at relationships, but he wasn't dumb either. Shelly had entered his life recently. They had been friends for a while, when she decided they should take a step forward. He liked the idea,

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(short story. comments welcome.)He sat there, staring into nothingness.All that had happened was nothing less than 'life-altering' for him.He had met her at the café. Introduced to him by a friend, she had a similar day-job in the nearby office. He had smiled at her in the past, and they had exchanged greetings, but never took another serious look at each other.One day they happened to share the

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(short story. comments welcome.)She woke up, sweaty. It was 3 'o clock in the morning. Shikha knew it wasn't the Van Helsing she read the last night. Something else had been keeping her awake since last weekend. She revisited the sequence of events.Friday evening: "Heyyyy...", she exclaimed. She spotted him. Along with him, was his new girlfriend. The girlfriend was well-dressed for the occasion;

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Bienvenue! Welcome!This is the first-ever post on this blog by a self-obsessed author (you've figured that out already).Here is something about the person you're reading:Conversant in English, French, Hindi, and a couple more Indian languagesPosts in English. Mostly.Has covered more than a quarter of the 100 years he'll live if he gives up the occasional drinking and smokingWon't give up the

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