Category55 Fiction Creative Writing Issue 2 Issues Sections Vol. I

Loafer

January 15, 2010 Off By Mani Padma

He looked utterly despicable. Long hair, torn jeans. A loafer. I ignored him and concentrated on the concert. Suddenly a stampede occurred and all hell broke loose. Somebody tore off my top. Fortunately someone else covered me and led me to safety. I wept with gratitude for my saviour. My god! It was the loafer.

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Started reading at the age of 5... Started understanding what is being read at the age of 10... Started attempts to write at the age of 15... Started understanding that writing is no child's play at the age of 20... Forgot the joys of reading and writing at the age of 25... Rediscovered the joys of reading and writing at the age of 30... Realised that one should clam up about one's age at the age of... And now still on the path of discovery(not the channel) and rediscovery of little joys of life...

3 Comments

  • Mani says:
    January 23, 2010 at 2:11 pm

    Thanks ! Well yeah this was based on real incident..long back in Guwahati. It had come in the papers

  • kavita says:
    January 18, 2010 at 7:55 am

    Loved it,reminds me of a personal experience of the similar kind….no torn top but i learnt my lesson not to judge a book by its cover.

  • Rakib says:
    January 17, 2010 at 11:24 pm

    He looked utterly despicable. Long hair, torn jeans. A loafer… oh no i need to change a lot in me … don’t wanna be utterly despicable….. just kidding… but really good line there..

    nice one…. let me guess … this was some kind of music show.. where she went to sing… and then this despicable loafer might also have been a part of the show tried something all loafers do…

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