Lakeerein.
Kehte hai,
haathon ke lakeeron me zindagi ka naseeb dikta hai
par ye na jan paye,
ki zindagi ko tere hathon me soup kar naseeb bi lakeeron ka khadr bhool sakta hai.
The Broken Remote
The door lock clicked open as Ariv walked back into his silent flat. He walked in with his shoes on and dropped his bag on the floor. He immediately reached for the switchboard and turned on the lights. He stood at the same spot, looking around at his flat that had been left in a mess after he had rushed out horribly for work in the morning. “Oh man! Was I this messy?” he thought to himself as he stepped toward the couch. He untied his shoes and threw them into a corner. His mobile buzzed with continuous notifications from work. He noticed a couple of messages tagged ‘@ariv’ in the work group. It didn’t take long before his brows locked while looking at the home screen. He got up to breathe away from the mobile screen and continued with his chores. He sorted the mess in the hall, placed his clothes in the laundry, served his food hot from the casserole, and sat peacefully. “Okay! Let’s see, it’s not such a difficult task. We can complete the documentation by tomorrow evening. Well, tha...
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