Sunday, July 14, 2013

Book-shopping

This post is written for the 110 Creative Challenge Contest, hosted by Thewhitescape

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Natasha was excited.

She had just found out that her favourite author had written a book under a pseudonym, and it had been a massive hit.

Now that she had found it out she had to buy it. She just had to.

The problem was, her salary account read INR 23.16, and salary was still a week away.

She added the book to her shopping cart and tried to pay. The credit card had maxed out.

She had to do something.

Nobody seemed to notice when the street-child went missing that night.

The local dog-owners seemed happy with the mince.

She clicked on the Cash on Delivery option and grinned.

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I did not win this one, but the three top positions went to my mates, which made me happy. Heartiest congratulations, Diptee, Parama, and Somnath.

Quote:
"Jab dost fail hota hai, to bahaut dukh hota hai. Par jab dost pass hota hai, woh bhi first, toh aur bhi zyada dukh hota hai." - 3 Idiots

44 comments:

  1. Interesting... as usual dark shaded ending!!

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  2. barf.
    too dark for my 'taste'.

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    1. I'm sure you mean the background of my blog.

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  3. too grim and impossibly cannibalistic

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    1. There is no cannibalism involved in the story. :)

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  4. Hardly aesthetic.Downright disgusting.
    Like booger-art or shit sculpting.
    So much for a different ending.

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    1. Blame Natasha. She's the one to blame. Don't shoot the messenger.

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  5. This is Not what is expected when you are demanded a post bi-monthly :(

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  6. Loved it. Loved how it ended.
    All the best.

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    1. Thank you, both for the compliments and the wishes.

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    2. How can you shift the blame to Natasha and accept the compliments for yourself?

      Anyway, I also think you had written better things in the past.

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    3. Natasha did the deed. I'm simply the messenger.

      Even I think the same. But deadline and word-limit are serious constraints.

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  7. Maybe Natasha would like an albatross sandwich, while she's curled up reading about witchcraft and wizardry?

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    1. Ah, the albatross sandwich brought back some excellent memories of the golden days. Sigh.

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  8. Why would someone take so much pain of killing, mincing, selling?
    She could have just done, 'Donte to Natasha' on her blog. She did love books, and hopefully she writes too.

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    1. Yeah, but she couldn't wait that long, unfortunately.

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  9. Sinister! And well, may the best one win. Good luck.:)

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  10. Was the book named "The Cuckoo's Calling" by Robert Galbraith, revealed to be the pseudonym of one JK Rowling, on the same day your story was uploaded?

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    1. I'm not sure. Ask Natasha. She'd know better.

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  11. One word: Torrent.

    If only your heroine was a little more tech savvy.

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    1. Unfortunately. But can you provide this blogger with some, er, torrential help?

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  12. How????
    does one write/think like this???
    Hope u win.
    best.

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    1. Thank you; and I'm really astounded at the way Natasha thinks.

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  13. In NB,I promise.

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  14. Replies
    1. Oh come on, we bloggers are one big family. It doesn't matter who wins and who doesn't, isn't it?

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    2. Had it not been participant voting, you would have been a winner. The organisers had voted for you. :)

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    3. The rules were laid out. Why are we even discussing this? :O

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  15. No post about telegram?

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  16. A chill just ran down my spine... :-/ This is a different kind of horror story altogether...

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    1. I know. And welcome to my blog. Do keep commenting.

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