I have not seen the world for two months now; I operate my daily needs through cell phone and internet.

Instead, I have made a man my world.

I am heterosexual so don’t develop any ideas; it’s just that I am suffering from writer’s block.

I have an intuition that my next story shall somehow come from this man!

‘The man’ here is my postman; he never takes a break whatever the conditions are! And I have promised my nagging righteous self that I shall go out the day this man takes a break.

I start my day with a coffee and observing this man delivering mails to everybody.


‘He’ smiled as he striked the last name off his list.

I went into my kitchen to fetch more coffee when I heard a loud cry…I rushed to the window.

The postman had collapsed senseless.

I ran down my stairs…..


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