It was a cold winter evening. Kinda like the ones in the start of a horror movie! The sun had long since set. It was darker than usual and unnaturally chilly! I pulled my blazer tighter to keep myself from freezing to death! I’d been reading for a few evenings now. A walk to the library and back did me good. And classics by Dickens or Tagore helped me think. Kept me from getting rusty. I was barely 22 but had the temperament of a 60 year old already! I’d not been doing so well in college and so I quit and took up a job. After a while I quit and took up another and another and so on failing miserably each time! “You’re a good boy son,” they used to say to me before slamming the goddamn door in my face. “But you’re just not cut out for this line of work. Maybe you should try something else.” And free advice is all I get! I leave dejected, not a dime richer or a minute wiser! Work? Bah! Humbug!
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The Ghost WriterI write. That's all I can say. Nothing in particular, just this and that, stuff and nonsense. Things which are of absolutely no importance. Just, bits of stories here and there, I post it under my pen-name - The Ghost Writer! Archives
March 2016
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