SNORING

SNORING

Prema Raju's second wife's name, fifth year of his first wife died, Raju had married Prema. Sivagami Raju's mother, granddaughter of the most beloved of Parvathi. Parvati, who lost her mother at the age of the second to get over the love of his grandmother Sivagami. Raju could not agree to make the second marriage, is not easy.

I married to Raju Parvathi's life will be so full of tears everyone scared. Raju's mother's health was somewhat better Parvathi raised fine without any trouble. Prema Raju's nephew 15 years less than Raju, Parvathi was in school when he was reading in second her father got married. Sivagami stayed at Raju's house, so Parvathi did not give any problems. After a few years Raju's mother died after suffering severe health. And then the true nature of Prema began to appear.

Parvathi does not reveal any problems with his father. Parvathi struggled to complete high school studies. Parvathi forced to work as a maid will do everything, sleep at night when lying down Prema says that massage her legs and the foot pressure warm. When pressed on the feet warm at night prema will go to sleep well. Snoring sounds heard throughout the room. That's the right time Parvathi get up and go to her room reading the books. The only time she will get to read all books purchased by her father. She loves reading. Snoring is the noise suddenly stops been lying in bed sleeping, such as leaving the lights off.

Slowly she started writing Poetry, short stories in a few years. Through the first short story published in a popular magazine has learned to practice writing. Publish a collection of short stories about Parvathi's one of the popular Press has agreed. Her first collection of short stories 'snoring' had that name. 'Snoring' in the text of the book that the author's name for setting his first book that 'she cannot read or write anything, because she claims that without snoring' she mentioned the reason on the editorial. 

IN THE 2030 DIARY

Hundredth floor to lift up in the landing with a slight sweat began, there stood a robot, 1099 the number and click the 'walk straight then turn left, you will find 1099' that the robot voice said, straight and left the two sides saw a door in the 1099 number. Open the door and immediately went to the 'Good morning, welcome' to the sound of automatic music came floating in the air, in front of another door at the top, sounded 'Come on, Mr. 2000' as spoken by a female voice.

Five hundred square feet, the room set decoration, light music, the two lay down to sleep and mattress, a small home theater, and more electronic products, the summer heat by burning was in the room dark, faint light, small, decorative lighting, the room of the heat did not perish and the air conditioner, her face half. There was light in the dark, what color, what age do not understand the half-darkness, was wearing clothes in the name of something. Height is 5.6, a thin body and a sofa bed, sitting in the buff for a short distance from me and told me to sit near.

Expensive perfume on her body were found scattered throughout the room, put the brain to secrete acids and increasing the body's heat. 'What should I do?' I asked her. 'Anything' she said. She was sitting on a flower bed as a place to keep away from the slow, she is, 'Wait a minute,' and realized that a switch to put over the bed, put on some sort of light round the whole of my body, 'what is' in that light, my eyes became uneasy.

'About sex to see if I can ever remember',' What is your name ' she said. I was unable to answer her Her huge breasts were in my mouth shut. Her vagina is very urgent, and kept my mouth her moan at me fast action film prompted her hands on my male target and below the ground, the body thrilled it went, 'You're handsome' she said.

Started on the whole satisfied with the praise of her, slept, and woke up knocking, 'I wanted to go' woke up in a hurry out of bed, 'Go put down the phone number or address' she said. 'What I said is this a new habit'. 'I need you again' she said. 'Make contact SR, tell the person called Mr.2000, if they send me here and I will come again' I said again. She is not quitting. 'How much did you give SR' asked her. Insert debit card on the machine and the click number when there, it showed that SR. 3000. 'As a man is executed only one time for one, allow one, SR Customer Agreement'. I said.

To open the door when the automotive 'Thanks for Coming' coming out of the clock in the morning at 11 showed, straight to college, and my number was a cub-board from day to submit program papers take robot to the submitting of the process, it was ongoing in the room and I started work.

GARLANDS ON THE ROAD

Her husband has cheated, there is nothing else to do anymore in life, an age when every moment of his frustrations on the edge of the Mala was going on, someone climbed on the back of head and heart had stopped, as pressed. The situation has come to mean now that all prostitute, what a life ....... this is what I accomplished? If deprived of peace, sleep in the night very late, had not approached her, crying her eyes were dry in the water. If you get stuck in a tense ineffable sorrow. Today I decided to do one thing for it to all parts of her body.

Everyone slept that night, after taking sleeping pills for the month's total drinking water and ended up in bed and fell on the carpet.

When it dawned, her body was not alive.

Unaware that her daughter's lifeless body was ready to go to school and got into his mother's care 'mother good bye' .... see her again at her mother, does not seem to realize that breathing is calling his father.

From his room with his daughter, 'You have time to get ready for school' .. Keep away from that location at some distance from the hatred of his wife Mala and quickly see and had to leave the door closed.

It appeared to be sleeping, sleeping on a bed sheet was not breathing.

Mala's lifeless body and flies began to come around. When the daughter returned home from the School of the evening when the bell to open the door and her mother did not score, 'What does this mother not got time to go tuition .....' She's talking to herself again to open the door of the house while her mother never came to hit the bell.

From a public phone nearby to call her dad's office is doing. 'How many times is enough to hit the bell to open the door did not come, mother .... It's time to go tuition '....... she is angry.

'I'm in the office must be your mother's bath' ... said her father.

Unable to open the door and go inside the house by breaking the window and opened the door of the house, the husband of Mala.

When her husband open the door of the house on the street next were going to understand that some people wondering what happened to the Mall of the house and came inside.

When the ambulance arrived carrying her body on the bed in the Mala body was heavier, everyone would have understood that life and time away for several hours.

Money only Mala's husband to the world, Mala earn money not the hatred, Mala to make money I do not know, her husband's aversion to the man had, a wife and consider her a kind of atrocities had .... and its effect her earn the last place a woman could, somehow the money unable to earn money than to have to try it, life could be in terrible pain, unable to endure more than his own life must make decision.


Breath of relief that her husband has.

Rainy season

It has been a very long time, still I remember, it was a very gloomy day, everywhere water staging, could not see the roads, there was no electricity, rain was continuing without gap, I love rain, so it was a thrill for me to enjoy the season, even my mum love the rainy season.
In the running water myself keep a towel or waste cloth against the running water to catch fish. My father and myself go for fishing with a nylon rope and a fish pin, in that fish pin my father keep an insect and keep the insect in the still water, there the fish comes to eat the insect will be caught.
Those small wonders were thrilling experiences at that time, my father does not like rainy season, because he used to get wheezing and cough by that season.
At bed time all the frogs used to sing together, and some of the insects join with them to make the rainy season more thrill, next morning we could find dead frogs on the side of the rain water, I ask my parents why these frogs dying, my mum replies the whole night they make noise by that time its belly got swell then it breaks and they die.
I even see lots of water snakes, very thin and long, I hate to see the snakes, but some of the naughty boys kill those snakes, I even see lots of millipedes on wet ground, and some more mud insects, but I like the climate. Even though the rainy seasons are dull without sun, chill air would be pleased by that time.
My mum used to recollect her childhood on rainy season and used to narrate a story to me, she loves the rain, but my daughters do not like rain much.

Once upon a time

Does it sound like story telling? Yes more or less it is storytelling........ When you look back life, it has its own stories, when we try to think or share with others it is called story telling.

Some of them are interesting, some are sad, some are incomplete, some are complicated..... life has its ups and downs to every human being, that is the nature of the life, as every one of us knows........

But the incidents differ from person to person, when we want to share all the past memories of life, if we get a right person to share, it's really worth and feel happy; but most of the time, particularly in older age to get a suitable companion or a good friend or good listeners are very difficult, if anyone got such is the luckiest person on earth.

I know many old people, senior citizens, after their retirement, life become tough, kind of loneliness occupies them, but at times, few are luckily get suitable companions to share their valuable experiences, and share with their happy and sad moments in their past life.

when we talk about "THE EXPERIENCES" what they earned in their life is worthiest; even if we pay dollars or millions of rupees it may not be available at anywhere or in any books, Am sure. No matter what kind of experience, but it is worth.

Actually speaking it is not only benefit of a listener, but also the story teller, get relaxed mentally, the happiness he could not get out of any other entertainment, he fills with joy and complete satisfaction.

I can assure that their experiences are not only benefit us but also new dimension of life experiences teach more about life. But how many of us ready to listen, most of the young people never mind all these stories, most of them ignore elders, young people think that they are living in a very different culture and most modern life, so they think it is waste to listen to the elders.

O! Youngsters........ I am sure that you are really missing valuables of life, I am sure that they might think when some obstacle has occurred in life, I am sure if they listen to the elders they can avoid some of the miserable.