Yarn Saga

Raghu a teenager who was residing in goa with his parents and a very studious kid, one day it so happened that, Raghu looked across the Dining table, to where his father was reading the newspaper. Same old headlines- Matrimonial, deaths, corruption, politics. But then, in the corner-in a tiny blue box-were the words   blue witches written in loopy script. Huh. “Hey, Dad?” Raghu said. “What’s Blue witches?” The newspaper fell from his hands, and Raghu caught a glimpse of his father’s face. It was horrified, red, and from there purple and blue and red again. Most strikingly, though, was how   angry   it was. Raghu had never seen him that angry before. “Get out,” he said. “What?” said Raghu. “Get out of my fu*king house!” he screamed. “You are no son of mine!” His mother, pale and shaking, began to cry, as she mouthed the words “ Nor mine. ” Raghu, crying, ran out of the house and onto the bus, still crying. His best friend, Das, sat down next to him. “You okay, Raghu?”

It was a freezing evening, the temperature was hitting around 10 degrees. Couple of buddies and me had planned to visit the haunted bungalow that we had heard about, so we drive out to visit the haunted bungalow.   Local people sometimes visited the bungalow to test their courage. We didn’t believe in ghosts and wanted to take a picture of ourselves in the bungalow so that we could show to our friends. That night, we set out in a car and drove up a steep and lonely mountain road. Eventually, we reached the bungalow and parked outside. According to the urban legend it was said that, if you stood at the entrance door of the bungalow and repeated a certain phrase, a ghost was supposed to appear. We, stood in front of the bungalow, illuminated by the car’s headlights and said, “Come out, come out you MF, wherever you are!” over and over again. We waited, but nothing happened. “Just like I thought,” said my friend. “There’s no ghost.” “Yeah, it’s just a stup

It was a Sunday night I was watching Breaking Bad series and a slice of pizza on the other hand I fell a sleep unknowingly . The dream started in a place I knew well, College. Blaring loudspeakers announced that we are going to Jupiter, boycotting Earth. I thought it was a joke. Suddenly, we found ourselves on a spaceship, heading for Titan, a moon of Jupiter. The lucidity was real. We landed on Titan. Surprisingly, there were people there, and the place was bustling with colonies, Complex, hotels. Students were instructed to wear the ID card and stay at the hotel. Forget the sun, I was seeing Jupiter in all its glory. During the night, I don’t know how but Jupiter was lit up. Beautiful lights everywhere, Like a aurora in the polar region. On Titan, there was a place where you could take pictures of Jupiter and the entire Milky Way galaxy. I look up and see millions of stars in all their glory. It was surreal. I tried to take pictures obviously but wh