On Wednesday, my brother and I craved for chocolate. Chocolate cake to be specific. It was 12:15 a.m. In the history of unanimous verdicts, ours will also go unnoticed as the drawing room, habitual of listening to guard’s thak thak thak, suddenly became alert to our particular promise: We will make cake tomorrow. Utterance of WE is important here.   Next day, the sun rose from east. Birds twittered. Anxiety of water running out, made the two adults of our house take an early bath. Between work from home and online classes, I became busy. Exactly at noon, my brother reminded about our midnight pledge. By then, I had no craving of chocolate. But having seen so many people posting cooking recipes I screenshotted one from Instagram and whatsapped it to my brother. And even though he read it very carefully, I star-marked it. Our trust in each other goes back only a few minutes. Mother agreed to the commotion that followed. This wasn’t our first time in kitche...

From Storyweaver Is more than the total weight of all the humans. If the cockroaches burst open from the bathroom And all the lizards on the wall have made a beeline. If in 2004 a child sharpening HB pencil, squealed to see a lizard on the dustbin lid, made a beeline for her seat wrote:   The fish drank all the icebergs. If the TOI June 5 headline is still happy to let the wanderers chewing pencils at the back of the classroom believe Gingko lives for millions of years. If the rats are popping up and demolishing ground floor And children are still respecting subtle grammar restriction when said: “A monster who likes to eat mice was a mice-eater. A monster who likes to eat rats was a ?” “RAT EATER.” If, everyday a new species is being discovered makes the gasp of science and class stand same in forests as well as oceans as well as bathrooms. If the lady on the second floor has been keeping water for C. culminatus, shrieks in deligh...

A leaf that left on a Thursday evening Caught no bug even though it was raining "It has to be these 3-year-olds & their spit" "Why would the clouds cheat or forbid" Said the leaf on a dewy Friday morning.