Priyanka Dey's Stories

Mirror Image

Every day the same story. Every person like a story in themselves. Hands brush against each other and eyes meet for brief moments. Until that one moment. I saw him through the mesh in between the women's compartment and the general one. Our smiles felt like mirror images. .

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Dragged

My friend of 49 years, took his first drag from my cigarette. I sat in admiration wondering what made him take the step today, that took 49 years of convincing! He looked at me and said, here's to the incomplete half century of our friendship. Your cigarette caused me lung cancer. Now at my death bed, I thought I'd befriend my marauder at least before I leave. If only we knew the consequences of our doings!.

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