“I don’t feel a thing being locked up here.”
“Button, give it a week or so and the windows will be up and you will be able to look out, talk to your friends and get hugs and kisses from me and not the flying kind. I just spoke to one of the men on the job and this is what he had to say.”
“How can I see anything being locked up in this dark room?”
“Button, I am extremely sorry but work has started and, hopefully, will get over in some time.”
“I’m obviously here to talk to you a bit and then go to bed.”
“Why are you so late? Did you go somewhere?”
“Each and every one.”
“The news I am going to share with you tonight is that Nata Mullick, a hangman in Kolkata passed away yesterday. He was 83 and was quite a guy. A documentary was made on him.”
“Go to sleep early tonight.”
“Rani got her stitches removed today. The bigger wound is still raw.”
“He seems okay now.”
“He is after he complained to my elder daughter once she got back home from her friend’s place. Men are such kids. So immature.”
I don’t see any build-up to Christmas anywhere, no Christmas trees, no tinsel, nobody’s in a mood to shop…”
I was on the internet and checking out a site called Real Age when I came across this strange tip. It relates to chocolates and says that chocolate makes you smarter, chocolates weaken heart attacks but the last one takes the cake.”
We thought the noise up here would be minimal but that is not so! We hear every street sound and, this is a noisier time because of the wedding season. To the beating of drums, movie songs are played at an unbearable crescendo. It’s sheer madness.”
“Button, a penny for guessing what this is!
Knowing you and, had you been around, I guess your answer would have been: a cigarette stub/a piece of paper/a small twig!”