What the Brain Thinks

Dear Prime Minister, I hope you are doing well. With all the election rallies, flying overseas and attending a ton of launch events it must be really cumbersome. And as you are ageing your resistance to cold might be decreasing as you once mentioned in a session with school children. Medical facilities are growing expensive in private hospitals ( ET: 4 NCR Hospitals jacked up prices of branded drugs 12 fold: NPPA ) and the deteriorating state of many public hospitals ( News18: Public Healthcare On Life Support: A Day in Delhi’s Government Hospitals ), we wouldn't want you to be growing sick. With Rahul Gandhi wearing a 70k jacket ( Zee: Rahul Gandhi wears Rs 70K jacket in Meghalaya; BJP's turn for 'suit-boot' jibe ), I would suggest that even you get something along that line to protect from climate change. Sorry beloved leader, I meant growing cold. I guess, I took it a little too far with the climate change statement made in 2014 and I surely appreciate the effo...

This post relates to my previous post - The Call ... He was with Lyra when his phone began to ring. Without even glancing at the screen he politely put the phone on silence and back in the pant pocket. "Hey, you didn't even check who was calling", Lyra exclaimed. "It could be important" "Don't worry. No one is more important than you at this moment", he replied, dismissing her concern. "If it is someone in need, they would call again and then the phone would ring. Smart, that's how smart my phone is", he winked. "Nerd. Why am I here?" she replied, with a face-palm. "Haha. You were the one who asked me out. The nerd comes with the package, anyways I'll try my level best to keep the nerd out of this date." ******************************************** He had made plans for the evening which extended well through the night. But none of this planning would happen if not for Lyra. The p...

She had cramps in her stomach as she sat there and listened to the call being connected on her phone. What would she say, when he picked up the call? She had thought this through, but now she felt at loss for words. She would say it directly or maybe chat like usual and then bring up the topic as if it was a minor query. Before dialling up everything was planned, the conversation - her dialogues, his reply, her counter-reply - the alternate conversation, the alter-alternate conversation. But now as the caller tune began to play on the phone, she had forgotten everything. Panic bells ringing in her head. And then she sighed in relief as the call got disconnected. In the back of her mind she knew, he would not be able to receive the call at this moment, but the call had to be made after all the thinking and planning. It was Valentines Day, almost all her friends were out on a date, while she had rejected 2 proposals in the day. Sitting in the bedroom, contemplating loneliness, her ...