Things are ordained to be topsy turvy in all respects. Facing them with a pinch of salt is all we can do.
By the time I complete writing a note about my sick leave, I begin feeling better.
Whenever I make a phone call, someone is at the door ringing the bell.
Wherever I get an itch, it is always beyond reach.
My otherwise normal finger gets excessively flaccid at some point of the day just to allow my gold ring to drop into oblivion- to my dismay.
I look high and low for a parrot green material for myself. and the very shade then inevitably has to disappear from the market. Now when I don’t much care for it, the shade abundantly occupies the front rows on the shelves.
I go for my own concerns and try to avoid relatives by not announcing my visit there. But right there in line with me boards a common acquaintance on my return flight, who will I feel, in all likeness, tell them I had come and left without meeting them. So I blurt out the truth guiltily that I could not meet anyone.However this turns out to be a joke that goes into my favour by default. It turns out that the acquaintance had also come on business and was fleeing without paying a call to the common relatives whom we both were related to.
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