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At the fork of the cross roads. : Let's choose one or the other of the either roads (or NOT)!
And the hesitation, does it comes rarely(?), Nooo!, we are very frequently and suddenly put to situations where we have to choose between roads (in other words, options).
Of course, how to choose and what to choose are the questions. But d...

A little too much to talk : We want to be quiet. Say to mine-self, let's be quiet and try to be quiet. But does that ever stops us from talking. It seems there's a little too many ways of talking. So, the talking never stops. Now a days everybody's talking and everybody's listening. Now we ask mine-self, what does that has to d...

Sticky Red : It's viscous the red. And sticky.
It found a home hence the stickiness.
Oh! I know what they are! They are the words bleeding! But as you know, words can be heavy and hence the stickiness.
I don't feel! No cry nor any laughter. Yes! I don't feel.
It's only red and sticky nothing more!
I don't wi...

The House : It was cursed and the occupant knew about the unholy nature of it. They wanted to get away from it but it never did allow them to do so until they were consumed by the unholy spirit of it. When they got out, all that remained of them was an empty shell. Sometimes you can hear it screaming as it devou...