Yearning

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The dusk has arrived and I haven’t seen you still. Oh Love! I am all exhausted and bare within. Why playing hide and seek when I am craving for your warmth?

Yes, there you are. Yes, I have found you. But why avoid my gaze; why torment me. Please take me into your embrace as I can’t go further, without you. Let me feel you inside me; fill me with your love potion, as only that shall complete me.

Oh Yes! Now I am alive, as your love has given strength to my wanderlust. With you on my side, I can now dazzle and dangle for longevity.

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Hankering

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Govind had never felt so vibrant before. The eight year old lad was ecstatic, looking towards his surroundings. Red, green, orange, yellow; colors were juggling with his mind, wherever his eyes turned.

‘Thank you Baba, for letting me come with you. What is this?’ he pointed at an orange-saffron colored object.

‘That’s peach, it’s a fruit. Here, smells good na?’

Govind looked at the fruit with admiration. He sniffed it, ‘Hmmm, it's nice baba. Can I have one bite?’

‘NO, give it back to me. Its very expensive.' He snatched the fruit from him.

Govind was upset; never ever he had a fruit before. He sat aside and started playing with stones to divert his mood. His father cleaned carefully the peach and put it back on the trolley, for display.

‘How much for the peach?’ A customer walked in with his daughter.

‘Rs. 195/kg saab. Very nutritious, especially for children. Its rich in calcium, iron, minerals and fibers. How much should I pack?'

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The Contract

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‘Tell me mate, is it just your name, or are you really Lucifer, the Satan.’ Gustov was in bliss.

‘You can presume so my dear. I hope you are satisfied now.’

‘Satisfied? I am delighted. Katie is in my bed, I don’t know how you did that; I won the lottery and above all, that loser Mac, he will never walk on his legs.’

‘I am glad you have achieved what you desired. Now as you said you are satisfied, you are bound to comply with the contract we signed.’

‘As if the contract is validated by the government, oh come on Luce! I know that was just a gimmick’ He cocked his head, ‘I am the Satan and your soul is mine’ He mimicked, ‘Just chill brother, here, have a beer. I know I owe you big-time, just call me whenever you need me.’

‘It seems you haven’t read the contract properly, Gustov. It is authenticated by me, care to look at the place you have signed?’

‘Oh whatever’ Gustov took out the contract from the drawer; he turned the pages and looked at the spot he signed. To his horror, it had a seal, of "The Satan". He looked back at him, perspiring, ‘Y..o..u, you are S..S…Satan?’ He gasped for breath, while he witnessed his benefactor transforming into something, that he had read in legends.

‘Don’t worry child, you will live' Lucifer’s face turned horrid, ‘we have signed the contract, henceforth, your every breath is now mine. I command thou life. Your soul, is MINE.’

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Spirit:

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It was still evening. She was staring at the photo frame, to her bedside; when it fell suddenly. She got up, startled.

She walked towards the window. Darkness has started descending over the streets. A stray dog caught her gaze; his eyes appalled her. She shivered and ran to the bed, clung to her mother.

Minutes passed, she was calmed now, embracing her mother. It was then she heard a noise, water dripping in the bathroom.

Panicked, she tried to wake her mother, ‘Mom, there’s something going on here. I think there’s someone in there’ She pointed towards the bathroom.

‘Relax honey, there can’t be any.’

‘No mom, I think…. There’s a ghost.’

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Annoyed, she turned to her, ‘dear, there can’t be any ghost in this house. WE, are the ghosts. It is our job to scare, not to get scared. Now rest! We have a lot of people to scare tonight.’