by Shakti Pada Mukhopadhyay
Cappuccino Once I was confined in a faulty
elevator. I was not alone, but a cute girl, with an iPhone pecking her ear, was
standing beside me. She was talking to a person over her mobile phone and was
casting her lances of furtive glances upon me. I felt as if a spiral shivering
was flowing along my spine. Wishful thinking started dancing with a feeling of
ephemeral bliss in my mind.
I overheard the girl talking over the phone, “Look, I am incarcerated inside a power-down lift, with a sinewy, chic, but guileless guy. Please cancel our today’s meeting over the can of Dunkin Donuts. Sorry. Bye”.
She then apologized to me for her hyperbolic epithets about me to a person over the phone. With a smile, she added that she had literally wanted to shrug off that nagging chap forever.
She left me wretched in the running lift. I stopped dreaming forever.
About the author
Writings of Shakti Pada Mukhopadhyay, MA (English), have been published in many magazines like, Borderless, Passager, Molecule, Better Than Starbucks, Tatkhanik, The Dribble Drabble Review, The Poet, Deep Overstock, Mindfull etc. His writings are also due for publication in some other magazines like Muse India, Scarlet Leaf Review etc.
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