The Incurable Disease by Devathi, literature
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The Incurable Disease
“Doctor, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Correct me if I’m wrong. You mentioned over the phone that you have been experiencing these symptoms for over a month?”
“That’s right. And what an exhausting month it’s been! I presumed that the problem would just go away on its own.”
“Could you take me through all the symptoms once again?”
“Ah, yes. I haven’t been able to sleep for more than two hours each night for many weeks. At first, I thought it was insomnia. But then I found that I had lost my appetite. I can&
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The Art of Sex- Part IV
THE ART OF SEX - PART IV
Back in kindergarten, Karan was the first child to ever fail Art. This wasn't only because he didn't colour within the lines, but also because he starkly refused to adhere to the physical boundaries of the page. This obstinacy later manifested itself in the form of a relentless attitude. Thus, when Karan first discovered Tubthumping by Chumbawumba, he knew had found his anthem for life.
Karan lay sprawled on his bed, listening to Tubthumping on loop and absent-mindedly staring at the poster of a Playboy bunny on his wall. It wasn't long before his mind began to wander. The last time he'd found himself in this exact
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The Art of Sex - Part III
It had been nearly a month since Karan first thought up the Art of Sex classes. He hadn't had time for much else apart from a rough sketch of his brainchild, what with the onset of his semester exams and end of the year project submissions. But now, with all of that wrapped up and Alisha out of the picture, he resumed working on the classes.
The first thing on Karan's check list of things to do was get in touch with a sex therapist. He was well aware of how sex therapy in the U.S. worked since one of his dad's acquaintances had worked as a sex therapist there for ten years. When he was introduced to Mr. Rajan at a party, he had bluntly asked
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The Art of Sex - Part II
Karan still vividly remembered the first time he'd had sex. He was 14 and his parents had dragged him along to Shweta's wedding against his will. He had no company apart from 16 year old Juhi, who was his second or third cousin. Bored out of their brains and desperate to escape the loud, noisy, congested atmosphere of the wedding hall, they went up to the bride's hotel room and turned on the air conditioner. Karan failed to remember, no matter how hard he tried, what they had been talking about or how they drifted to the topic of sex; but they were both teenagers whose immense curiosity overrode any inhibitions they might have had at the time
The Art of Sex - Part I by Devathi, literature
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The Art of Sex - Part I
Karan hated bad sex. One hot afternoon after college, he came home sweaty, grimy, and thoroughly exhausted. If you didn't know Karan but had heard about all of his sexual escapades from friends of friends of friends, you might have thought he had had the best sex he had yet to have. This couldn't have been farther from the truth though, because Karan had just had the worst sex of his life, as it stood, and he had physically run away from it as fast as he possibly could. He couldn't help but brood over it as he threw his backpack down on the floor and dropped limply onto his bed.
For over an hour, Karan lay lifeless on his bed, staring listle
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Sasha's dreams didn't affect her day to day life. It was as though a thick mist had clouded her memory, but forgetfulness was sometimes a wonderful thing. When she squinted at her first few scribbles, she found that they made very little sense. 'Lake scared' and a few pages later, 'Moonlight'. As the nights went by, Sasha's notes became more intelligible
The Day She Didn't Call by Devathi, literature
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The Day She Didn't Call
Officer Cross awoke with a jolt. His phone was ringing on the table next to his alarm clock. It was 7 a.m. and groggily, he reached out and answered the phone.
Garry Voltaire is dead, the voice said.
He tried to shake off his sleep. He must have heard wrong.
Garry Voltaire is dead, the person on the other ended repeated, we are currently understaffed and you are required to report to the scene of death immediately.
The line went dead, but Cross was frozen with the phone still stuck to his ear.
Garry Voltaire, the greatest rockstar the decade had seen, was dead.
*****
Cross pulled up outside Hotel Bruxton forty-five minutes after he ha
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They called themselves the Food Fighting Fellas, an infamous bunch of ten who were notorious for starting food fights in restaurants and diners all over town recently. Their identities still remained a mystery for they always fled the scene as soon as police sirens were heard blaring in the distance.
He had heard of them on the news and wanted to see them in action. They did, after all, seem like an entertaining lot. With a swish of his cape, he disappeared and then reappeared exactly where he wished to be – wherever they were, which happened to be Spunky's Food Joint right then. He snapped his fingers and watched as the world froze in
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The Five of Us
Aidan sulked in his chair.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," Monique said soothingly.
"She doesn't even know I exist!" he roared in reply.
"Really? I would never have guessed," sneered Clay, "Can we perhaps talk about something else or someone else for a change? This is getting monotonous."
"Stop it, Clay," Monique said. Clay's attitude had always touched a nerve.
Alex and Aster, who only spoke in turns, remained silent.
"No no, let him go on. It's not like I really care enough to listen to him. What should I do, Alex... Aster?"
Clay couldn't help smirking.
"For a start..." Alex started.
"... You should go talk to her." Aster finishe
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The Incurable Disease by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Incurable Disease
“Doctor, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Correct me if I’m wrong. You mentioned over the phone that you have been experiencing these symptoms for over a month?”
“That’s right. And what an exhausting month it’s been! I presumed that the problem would just go away on its own.”
“Could you take me through all the symptoms once again?”
“Ah, yes. I haven’t been able to sleep for more than two hours each night for many weeks. At first, I thought it was insomnia. But then I found that I had lost my appetite. I can&
Wardrobe Malfunction by Devathi, literature
Literature
Wardrobe Malfunction
There was a brief period in time when I was in was always in the nude. This was, however, very many years after my babyhood, when I was on the brink of manhood. Statements like this, of course, warrant explanation. When my brother and I were growing up, he was the clever, athletic, silver-tongued philanderer, who was perpetually in the spotlight, while I was always the clumsy, quiet, dark-haired one that shied away from attention of any sort. I was so shy, even in my own company that I’d never take my boxers off in the shower. It wasn’t until I hit puberty and my biological clock got the better of me that I felt it was time to inv
The Art of Sex- Part IV by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Art of Sex- Part IV
THE ART OF SEX - PART IV
Back in kindergarten, Karan was the first child to ever fail Art. This wasn't only because he didn't colour within the lines, but also because he starkly refused to adhere to the physical boundaries of the page. This obstinacy later manifested itself in the form of a relentless attitude. Thus, when Karan first discovered Tubthumping by Chumbawumba, he knew had found his anthem for life.
Karan lay sprawled on his bed, listening to Tubthumping on loop and absent-mindedly staring at the poster of a Playboy bunny on his wall. It wasn't long before his mind began to wander. The last time he'd found himself in this exact
The Art of Sex - Part III by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Art of Sex - Part III
It had been nearly a month since Karan first thought up the Art of Sex classes. He hadn't had time for much else apart from a rough sketch of his brainchild, what with the onset of his semester exams and end of the year project submissions. But now, with all of that wrapped up and Alisha out of the picture, he resumed working on the classes.
The first thing on Karan's check list of things to do was get in touch with a sex therapist. He was well aware of how sex therapy in the U.S. worked since one of his dad's acquaintances had worked as a sex therapist there for ten years. When he was introduced to Mr. Rajan at a party, he had bluntly asked
The Art of Sex - Part II by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Art of Sex - Part II
Karan still vividly remembered the first time he'd had sex. He was 14 and his parents had dragged him along to Shweta's wedding against his will. He had no company apart from 16 year old Juhi, who was his second or third cousin. Bored out of their brains and desperate to escape the loud, noisy, congested atmosphere of the wedding hall, they went up to the bride's hotel room and turned on the air conditioner. Karan failed to remember, no matter how hard he tried, what they had been talking about or how they drifted to the topic of sex; but they were both teenagers whose immense curiosity overrode any inhibitions they might have had at the time
The Art of Sex - Part I by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Art of Sex - Part I
Karan hated bad sex. One hot afternoon after college, he came home sweaty, grimy, and thoroughly exhausted. If you didn't know Karan but had heard about all of his sexual escapades from friends of friends of friends, you might have thought he had had the best sex he had yet to have. This couldn't have been farther from the truth though, because Karan had just had the worst sex of his life, as it stood, and he had physically run away from it as fast as he possibly could. He couldn't help but brood over it as he threw his backpack down on the floor and dropped limply onto his bed.
For over an hour, Karan lay lifeless on his bed, staring listle
Dreamdust by Devathi, literature
Literature
Dreamdust
Sasha could never remember her dreams, so she decided to maintain a Dream Diary. Every once in a while, she would wake up in the middle of the night, switch on her night lamp, scrawl a series of incoherent words and sentences on the first blank page she found, and promptly fall asleep again.
Sasha's dreams didn't affect her day to day life. It was as though a thick mist had clouded her memory, but forgetfulness was sometimes a wonderful thing. When she squinted at her first few scribbles, she found that they made very little sense. 'Lake scared' and a few pages later, 'Moonlight'. As the nights went by, Sasha's notes became more intelligible
The Day She Didn't Call by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Day She Didn't Call
Officer Cross awoke with a jolt. His phone was ringing on the table next to his alarm clock. It was 7 a.m. and groggily, he reached out and answered the phone.
Garry Voltaire is dead, the voice said.
He tried to shake off his sleep. He must have heard wrong.
Garry Voltaire is dead, the person on the other ended repeated, we are currently understaffed and you are required to report to the scene of death immediately.
The line went dead, but Cross was frozen with the phone still stuck to his ear.
Garry Voltaire, the greatest rockstar the decade had seen, was dead.
*****
Cross pulled up outside Hotel Bruxton forty-five minutes after he ha
Suspended Animation by Devathi, literature
Literature
Suspended Animation
They called themselves the Food Fighting Fellas, an infamous bunch of ten who were notorious for starting food fights in restaurants and diners all over town recently. Their identities still remained a mystery for they always fled the scene as soon as police sirens were heard blaring in the distance.
He had heard of them on the news and wanted to see them in action. They did, after all, seem like an entertaining lot. With a swish of his cape, he disappeared and then reappeared exactly where he wished to be – wherever they were, which happened to be Spunky's Food Joint right then. He snapped his fingers and watched as the world froze in
The Five of Us by Devathi, literature
Literature
The Five of Us
Aidan sulked in his chair.
"Don't be too hard on yourself," Monique said soothingly.
"She doesn't even know I exist!" he roared in reply.
"Really? I would never have guessed," sneered Clay, "Can we perhaps talk about something else or someone else for a change? This is getting monotonous."
"Stop it, Clay," Monique said. Clay's attitude had always touched a nerve.
Alex and Aster, who only spoke in turns, remained silent.
"No no, let him go on. It's not like I really care enough to listen to him. What should I do, Alex... Aster?"
Clay couldn't help smirking.
"For a start..." Alex started.
"... You should go talk to her." Aster finishe
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