ScriBBles: oF DreAms & Th'OuGht's

Annabelle was one of those who preferred close doors over a movie night out. She was one of those who would happily stay under the sheets rather than going to parties. On the other hand Deckard was a party animal in his graduation days. Though he doesn't release the krakken anymore, more often than never he declines an invitation. Anna worked in a salon where she gave hair treatment and therapy while Deck worked a few blocks away with InfraTroniks, a company specialised in infrastructure electronics handling development and maintenance. If it wasn't for Anna's wrilling head, which forced her to take half a day off and a delay in serving Deck's burger at a cafe just across the street from the salon; they would have never met. Taking the day off, Anna rushed to her cosy apartment and on the other side Deck realising his break had been long over,

It was, is and always will be the most tiresome yet self satisfacting job, moving into a new house. Never more delightful when you move in an area where you spent all of your childhood. You can just breathe in the air and get overwhelmed with nostalgia. How you wish, you were back in your shorts playing cricket in the ground, coming home covered up in dust, drinking up ₹3 soda after the match like a cowboy from the wild west. I was moving into a new house and the movers had just dropped off the entire lot. So many people, I knew when I lived here, not anymore. Most of them have moved on to different lives, different worlds or different passions; renting their houses to tennants. I had hired a bunch of daily weager men to help me set up the house. It was a two floor house and I had rented both. The ground floor was planned to be modified into a work place while I lived upstairs. (OK! Google, remind me to look up an interior designer, may be call Aru.) The work place was supposed t