Appy Stories

 The brooke of murky waters gushed in the hollow of the bulging expanse. The ebb and flow tickled his sleepy self. The gurgling waves disturbed his quietitude. The wind made its way noisily, echoing in his ecosystem. His nose twitched from the offerings of the wind. Nature should never be suppressed, he thought.  For sometime, the turbulence felt silent. He rested his back on the bark and was about to doze off when the dam broke. All the hell broke loose, too, as the brooke decided to embarrass him post a hearty meal at his saali's house.  Bhilavi Prasad Chaurasiya rushed to the toilet where already somebody was digging gold. He banged the precarious door with precaution as he had no intention of being the goldsmith today. His own precious mines were melting. From tapping to bombarding the door with his fiesty fist, Bhilavi demonstrated his internal conflict externally.  'Arey bhaiya, please come out soon. The rivulets are now flooding my distraught banks.' Bhilavi c...

 Long ago in the land of India, there lived a billionaire couple called Chandanis. It was quite sometime the couple was happily married but gloom soon invaded their kingdom. The glorious couple was unable to bear a child. It was the era when the morbid virus ruled the world. Repeated protocol of social distancing was a big hurdle that tormented their reproduction reputation.  No assisted reproduction techniques worked as the laboratories were over-burdened with Covid samples. The shame and helplessness of not bearing a child hovered over them even in the 30th century. Whom to approach? How to address the problem? They were clueless. Years had passed by, yet the country still had tantriks and Babas that comforted the illusioned minds. Finally, after the efforts of a virgin Baba Mrs. Chandani experienced morning sickness. Amidst, the 300th lockdown she gave birth to a handsome, little dusky boy. The naming ceremony was a hushed affair where only the elite  doctors of the co...