Appy Stories

 He flushed the bundle down the siphon jet. Once. Twice. Thrice. The matter kept resurfacing. Finally, on the fourth attempt things were clear. The pot and his bank account looked clean. Relaxed, he plonked on the sofa and fell asleep. A dreamless sleep. **** "Phew!! It was a hard day at work!" Mr. Ramit Shah slouched down the open drains and a wave of murkier waters carried him to the 'Muckier Ganda Party's' meeting. Having hunted few local 'Hands' involved in shitty business, he was dragging his over-sized belly into the sewage pipelines. Away from the glaring eye of mediocrity, the sewers were host to many ugly, filthy situations. 'Aapka Sauchalay Hamara Vidyalay' the air was pregnant with euphoric optimissim. Tubifex worms wriggled with sticky banners and slippery intentions. Their clamoring cries rose and fell like Benthoveen's notes. The roaches were busy serving tea to the gathered masses as that is where their present leader came from. ...

 The street was darker than the darkest Black I had ever seen. Blacks-that's how the whites referred to them as or that was how they ought to refer to them as. Mommy, my grandmother of seventy held my trembling hand in her sturdy palms. My sweaty palms absorbed by her sponge like cold hands. We both walked uphill in search of Jones. It was 8pm and even boys of his age ought to be back home by this time. It was a rule, and to overpower it was to walk over the Bible. In absolute silence, Mommy stomped her foot to scare off any earthy reptile. My palms were working overtime today, and the sweat made the grip loose yet she didn't transfer me to the next hand. Her right hand perennially held a rosary. The glutinous beads fell in seconds like lousy raindrops. But today she was praying fervently though she didn't make it evident. If Jones, a milky white teenager whose croaked upper incisor popped out when he smiled was not found, Megan, Mommy's daughter would kill her. Megan, ...

 "Why to lie, I love lies. They are the only truths told wholeheartedly." Thunderous applause and Veda smiled wholeheartedly. She was late to the event and she had lied to the organizer that she was only a minute away from the venue when Google showed her 20mins to the location. Yet, when she came her aura and enigmatic personality had the organizer melt in his pants. With her revelations, the audience was spellbound. Her confessions were bold like her cleavage visible through the low-hung blouse. She had nothing to hide and gone were the days of playing hide-and-seek with her destiny. She was face-to-face with it. In her eyes, destiny feared the inevitable.  * * * * * "Vahida, beta, please fetch some pav from karim chacha. We have your Abba's friends visiting us for dinner today." Ammi's polished voice told little Vahida that today would be special. Pav was brought into their hovel only on the occasion of baida curry and mutton kheema. Guest means it had to...