Pamela was tossing in bed without sleep. Her husband Jack was speaking in his sleep “Bertha, not tonight. Stay away as I cannot move out. My wife is sick. Please understand”
Pamela could hardly suppress her smile as the TV blared a while ago that the hurricane Bertha had changed course and not hitting coast.
The boy opened the bottle lying by pond. Out came a big genie.
“Ask me a wish"
"Let me ask my mom."
“I cannot give time.”
"Okay, tell me how such a big form can be in the small bottle?”
"Simple like this” the genie went in. Capping the bottle he ran to his mom.
The young boy was watching Clint Eastwood movie. He heard his mom’s scream and saw from head of stairs the door open and a man grabbing her.
“Get lost this minute or you will drop dead” he shouted pointing the pistol
When the man escaped, his mom laughed hysterically at the boy with toy pistol.
My cup of tea
As my husband sipped the tea, I could see his happy face.
"Sheela none can match the evening tea you make, especially the ginger one. Your morning tea is not something to speak about. Why so?"
I decided to ask Nair of the tea shop behind my house to supply in the mornings too.
Once a fortnight I drive to the adjacent city, rent a room in a motel and bring some loitering young woman for the night.
She was good."What do you do for living?" I asked stupidly next morning.
"I come once a fortnight here from adjacent city and find a loitering jerk for making some money"
The woman by my side in park trembled in fear and pushing knife said "Watch out, my suspicious hubby is lunging forward to kill you”.
Someone seeing the body and me with bloodied knife in hand asked “Why kill him?".
“His wife prompted me”
“What wife? Where is she? He was an insane bachelor beggar.