We only call our friends if we need something from them, if they have successful business ventures, we want to partner with them. When they are buying drinks at the club, we want to feel the burn of whiskey on our tongues. And when shit hits the fan? Our silence is conspicuous. It's a cold world, isn't it?
She seems sad and lonely too, just like him. Why on earth would they be unhappy when they seem to have everything going on for them, a beautiful home, money in the bank obviously, and probably a lot of property in their name? It's like there is something fundamental lacking in their seemingly rich lives. A deprivation. To me it's a puzzle, and I can't seem to find the missing pieces.
6.30pm, Friday. You're in your favorite bar, a beer in front of you. It is the color of the setting sun, and it's frothing at the top. The glass is full to the brim and you take a gulp. You've just been laid off from work - at a consultancy firm set in the middle [...]
Even though everyone comes in at their own time, they are all a few minutes apart. The hall which had erstwhile been cold and empty, is now coming alive as the ever pleasant sound of genuine laughter and the blend of different voices combine forces to drive out the somber evening mood. Mark's anxiety lessens [...]
There are days when the darkness arrives early on duty to watch over the earth. However, on the other days, she takes her time like a woman preparing for a dinner date. She jumps into the shower, scrubs herself clean for an hour and a half, then walks to her room where the big task [...]