True Darkness

I finished filing my work and was ready to leave for home. As soon as I reach the lift, the lights in the building go off.

My hands quiver, and I go numb all over.
Completely blinded, I reached for the wall and made my way through the hallway.Most of my colleagues had left, as it was very late in the day.

There was an eerie feeling to the place.I was nervous, and pensive beyond all limits. I struggle, stagger and somehow, make it to the cubicle.And in the darkness, I could make out the figure a man.It was him. With my shaky hands, I thrust the knife into his chest, and felt the life leave his body. No one cheats on me and gets away.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Deception in Plain Sight

I love to observe people. Stalkeresque as it may sound, it’s actually a very interesting exercise. I pride myself on getting the personalities right most of the time.

Appearances however, can be deceptively misleading. This wonderful story depicts how:

“Hey! I know this tea stall that has the best tea you’ll ever have! Let’s go there today.”

“Tea stall? Dude, these are the days of CCDs and Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. Brews there are of another level. Besides, those places are unhygienic.”

“Come on! Let me tell you, it is the best tea in this whole wild world.The aroma, the taste. It is pure magic. “

“Okay, if you say so.”

Both head towards the best tea in town. The tea stall, was a rickety little place. The owner and master tea maker was a very old man, probably in his seventies. with a grumpy look about his face.
The bare essentials were present- a jar full of tea, a jar full of sugar, a little station with gas and a saucepan. It just made the cut.

“Baba, two chai please. The very best of your special type!”

“Bro, this place is in bits and pieces. All tattered and dusty. And the old guy with the hideous look? How do you ever drink tea here?”

“Dude! He can hear you! Have some manners.”

“All right all right…”

The tea making process was nothing special, although, one thing stood out of the ordinary. The old tea maker kept adding spoons of sugar into the brew. Quite a lot of spoons.

“That’s it! I’m out of here. You could’ve told me that you liked your tea insanely sweet. That kind of calories is enough to kill a bear!” And he stormed off.

“I’m sorry Baba. He is always like that. But just out of curiosity and I have noticed this too, why do you add so many spoons of sugar?”

The old man did nothing but raise the spoon, and it was all clear.
It had  a big hole in the center.