Anecdotes

An old man walked down the cold street trying to heat himself by rubbing his hands. His employer had thrown him out considering he was old and a young person would do better. The old man could do nothing but leave the job. Now that he did not have a job he had to try to get a new one. He searched his pockets, gathering all the money he had and counted it to be 6 dollars and 20 cents. He had to get food for him and his grandson but with this amount of money, only one of them could have the privilege to eat that night. He decided he would not eat that night so that his grandson could eat well. He rubbed his hands again and then put them in his coat which was torn on the left side. He remembered himself fighting those goons when his coat had torn. He was taking home some food and the goons attacked him. He did save some of his money from getting stolen though he could not save the food. "It would be so good if my son had been alive today !", he thought to himself, shivering i...

Natasha had taken me with her for shopping. I was not good at buying stuff, and so, I was not, I was only holding it for her. She was getting married in about a week now. I loved her dearly, but was not the one who was marrying her. She was beautiful. She was perfect for me. I wanted to do to her what I used to think of doing to every other girl. Now she was my aim in life. I loved her skin. Her smell, her touch, everything. She had real soft skin, was white complexioned and was real fun to be around. I, on the other hand was totally boring. I did not know how to talk to people. People usually disliked me, but I never cared. I only cared about one thing which I wanted to do with her. I had known her for about a week now and was only searching for the right moment all the time to say the magical words to her. And once again she had brought me to the mall. This was the fourth day in the week we were here shopping. My urge now was growing too fast and I was unable to control myself. Bu...

My dad and some of his friends decided to go on a trip and someone suggested that they take their families together instead of just going by themselves. So, there we were, boarding a bus, which was about to pick up three more families for a nice trip to Mussoorie. I never liked such trips, but my parents had convinced me of great fun. My mother and father were the two people I loved the most and would do anything for them. My father, around five feet eight inches tall, a really good man and a man of his word, was about the only person whom I could trust. He kept a moustache but did not mind trimming it at times. He had great determination and was the most disciplined man I had ever seen in my life. My mother, on the other hand, was fun being around. I used to fight with her at times, but that did not matter since she did trust me a lot. She was about five feet tall, with a beautiful face and a well maintained body. She was a hardworking woman who would never leave anything undone i...