Commotion of Emotions

                    'Shit!' I murmured involuntarily as I started at the charcoal grey ceiling fan whirling above my head. I had been finding it difficult to quietly lady down on my cosy mattress and have a good night's sleep since the past few days. So tonight I decided to assay the conundrum and dawned onto an appalling revelation. It was evil; it was horrendous; it was love! I felt something alive - shivering; beating. Like something dropped accidentally had cleared to the antebellum. Oh, I was in love for sure. And worst of all was the girl I had fallen for. And that moment on I knew it were to be a tale of twisted fates, an exciting crime of uncanny powers governing the universe, saving time to roll dice and have a good laugh at my game. The wrong woman at the wrong time - my best friend's fiancée.                      Tooke and I have been friends for a long time. He was one of the many whom you call by their last name long enough to temporarily forget

                                 Kids are stupid. And more so, when infants. The onset of shrill cries and mid night cracks of deep sleep marks the beginning to a perpetual cycle of hysteria. Then there is time that you need to devote to their well-being. ‘Spending time’ doing essentially nothing productive with them. In the beginning it seems an interim strain, but like a weed they turn to toddlers and start with the one most forbidden task in the life of ‘normal’ humans – exploring.                 They are never satisfied with what they are provided, may it be the luxuries that most don’t dare dream of! They want to know how things work; who does that in the modern world? Would anyone bother question the working of winds and the sun, when they sit comfortably inside their air conditioned rooms, on their cosy sofa? Chintzy behaviours, raw calls or simply the motive to break society-formulated rules drive these little devils.                 And exasperating of the