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A Creepy Episode

    Strolling around the house, seeing corners that ceased to exist. The heavy rain gracing the night, Washed away my tiredness off the list. The power went out, but my torch gave me a sense of light. Did I just spot someone? Or was it me hallucinating 'cause of my fright? There were no candles that just 'Poof' ed nor any Crosses turning upside down. But I could sense IT's presence. I could feel my confidence drown. There were these cold whispers... That had no words to give it a meaning. Do they always appear in white..? Or do they strike from back without warning..? My little toe always had a mind of its own... Like always it dashed an object, led to me falling! After I heard a 'Thud' I caught a visual of someone's rotting feet, with abnormal posturing.. They say 'You must dream to fly'... But this entity had taken a shallow flight, It made a dramatic rush through the wall, Without causing a dent in sight... When my

My ex valentine




The year was 2012 and I was in a relationship.
My parents I assumed weren't aware of my partnership.

So Valentine’s Day came by.
She got me 14 gifts from the sky.

So I entered my building holding those gifts.
Looking like a strongman with a swag in his fists.


Little did I realize seeing my mother in the distance.
All of a sudden I got the feeling of an opposite effervescence.

You know moms how they smirk when you’re caught.
I tried telling her nonchalantly, “Ha-ha...Mom look what I got”.

“Mom ah. Ah, I go… got a girl, a girlfriend... Who I was going to tell you about”.
Then she showed me her phone… telling me “Awww...is this the girl? Just to clear my doubt”.

Now my mom was no high ranking policewoman.
Just a normal humble human.

How could she have knowledge about my secret love life?.
She was not on FB, Insta… or any other social media alike...

Then she narrated “Once upon a recent while…
Your cellular conversation was overheard by a mile.

Your sound waves had the name of a girl...
Who might that be....? I wondered by twisting my hair curl.

You think I don't know what's Facebook... 
Think again your mom's smart...
You showed me how to start the computer, but you not logging out of Facebook…
Was your piece of art.


I asked mister Google… Show me an answer to the knowledge I seek.
He said ma'am here's the Facebook page of your son, now take a peek.


There she was having stolen all my sons
Kisses.




No wonder he was glued to his phone...
Like a scientist amidst his thesis.

I do not know how to initiate a
Download.
So I thought to myself... This mobile's camera
Should reduce my workload”.

I froze like a statue for 1000 years...
I could not choose Option A or B, to laugh or shed some tears…



PS: .. Moms are great…

Most of you may relate…




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 ...  Wedmer Picardo
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  1. Beautifully writtenđź‘Śđź‘Ś

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  2. Top class... That must have been one awkward conversation.

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  3. Mazaa aaya padh kar. Went into a flashback....

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