Appy Stories

          The balcony was breezy. Shekhar sipped his morning cuppa with the crisp DailyNews.  "Bomb explosion at Kurla market!!"  He flipped and closed the disappointing newspaper. His cuppa fresh and hot with love steamed his senses.  "This is perfectly what a good wife brews." He blushed deep with each sip. The cologne fragnance of the shampoo sliding down the silky locks mesmerised him. The thought of his new bride sizzling in the shower made a scarlet tomato out of him.  "Heyyy... "  Suddenly, there was a sprinkle of cold water drops on his tomato face. The sweet offender winked back at him.  "How lucky I am!"  He thought still looking at her, " This Greek Goddess is all mine."  There was another sprinkle as she waved her tresses in air. Slowly nearing him, she gently picked up a drop that had cosily nestled at the corner of his cigarette burnt upper lip. Balancing the drop on her fingertip, she pressed it against the ...

        "Gooooood Morning Mumbai. Get your cuppas stiring. Your sheets rolling. With your radios tuning to 98.2 FM-The Silver channel. Savvvy Shraddha sets you in the mood for the day. " ......blared the FM station at seven in the morning. "My little birdies and young ponies as you begin this Stupendously Fantanbulously Dazzling Day, let me tell you I have a guest.... The Equally Stupendously Fantanbulously Dazzling Danish Kapoor ufffff DannyK!!! "  Her voice roared into the eager ears of her countless followers. She was caffeine to their auditory senses. Zandu balm to their monday migraines and kayamchuran to their constipated constitutions.    "Yuhi chala chal rahi... Yuhi chala chal... With this oldy goldy song let's welcome our guest for this morning-DannyK..... So Danny morning or mourning to have woken up in the wee hours for this gupshup or let me say Chai pe Charcha..."  Bursting into her own lame jokes adjusting her burgandee coloured tre...

Woof... Wooof... Barked Virus as he and Joel crashed opened the iron gate. Virus continued to bark incessantly to attract Joel's attention. It could feel his humiliation and disgust.  " I won't go for a game of basketball with those rascals!!! " Fumed Joel as he carassed Virus with one hand while using other to demonstrate his agitation.  " Why on earth do you call your friends rascals?" A shocked Mrs. Virus retortes. " Holy Me!! They have been your best basketball pals." " They were. Its a thing of the past. DON'T YOU GO DEFYING THEM NOW..... Feel like SMASHING THEIR FACES with my baseball!!! " Fumes Joel and leaves the dinning room.  Mrs. Virus smiles, knowing its not the best time to talk to her son. After all, a drop of water in hot oil could cause immense spluttering. She lets her boiling son settle over video games and bakes apple blueberry muffins for him. Smart woman that she is the soft muffins will definitely help the hard n...