Twisted tales

Like I said, I am free all day. Well! I hope you haven't presumed that it's going to be the same drab account which I spill on you , every time you come here . Kiddos! I am not here to frighten you. I am a great fabulist. Although forthcoming stories have been cut short by you-know-what but still there are tales from the past-- crying out loud to be heard. The prospect of a story being recited has Pikku's eyes all lit up, he shouldn't really be that excited. He is a bit old to look for pleasures in make-believe anecdotes and events now. But I surmise he would take anything light that is going to be thrown at him. Hospital is a boring place after all!

I am however finding it difficult to begin. Save a few major incidents, every thing is spewed on the floor. If I were to write a history book on myself, anachronisms would be a cliche. I have conspired. I have suffered. I had my moments of success and defeats. I have erred. I have hurt others. I have also been on the receiving end. Like every one of you, I have had a life which has never allowed me to sit( don't read : sleep) and ponder over the vast intricacies of my life's tapestry.

There are a few confessions I have got to make. Still I have to mumble my unsaid prayers. I have to mend somethings I have changed forever. I have to undo things that should never have been done in the first place. The clock might beat me. I might die with regret. Not a good way to cross over, I tell you.

Perhaps Pikku would have to wait for sometime. Details are sketchy. Thoughts are as round as a doughnut. He is heaving a sigh. Looks disappointed. May be I will trick him into talking about his latest crush in college or about Barcelona-ManU match which had him on the edge of his seat some days back.

P.S: I should have cut the crap. Rather could have scribbled it in a line. Or would have went on to say it in one go ." I wanted to tell you a story. Somehow never figured out which one I should tell first!".