Still not a writer... trying to write.

Big black sized  creatures wid der strangely thick sized sting called mosquitoes.That’s how define this so called City of Joy. The people out here wid their shocking attitude of makin every1 EAT is the most weirdest thing I have ever been through. It’s like evry door u knock on is punishin u for some reason u dnt evn know y , with there  “Are beta aiyetukini khele kikore hobe aaro khaao” ( Kid how on earth can some one eat so less..have some more ) when on the contrary its actually how  normal humans feed demselves. I know ,i know,  I might be sounding slightly overboard here but that’s how I feel whenever am brought down to dis place.. Being a perfect foody, this city shud b my own personal heaven in dis whole dam universe ..especially after having a  yummyliciously deliciously awsum meal up at The Saurabh’s (Saurav Ganguly’s restaurent ) up in PARK STREET ..and then havin d best  tym evr at the  TANTRA lounge...but my belief frm food seems to be vaninshing away with evry passing

PLZ RIDHIMMA " PIN UP UR DAM DUPATTA" once upon a time long long ago there was a man called PinSafe ..... he was an inventor and he wanted to make life easier for man-kind, or should i say woman kind..hahaha.... he was a farmer and he would see the hard work women would do bending down and walking in wind with their pallu or dupatta flying in the wind. he was not the romantic kind at all lyk evr.... I mean being an inventor he was more of a practical one . He said that "what an aweful waste of time it is for a woman to bend, adjust her dupatta, do some work,stand up again and adjust her dupatta again!!!"It is True though what precious time is wasted when a woman has to do so much work and adjust her pallu and dupatta again!! so he was thinking all this while chewing on a piece of twig, the pointy twig hurt his tongue.... and TADDAA ! an idea struck in his mind!! (i mean if the apple can do the same for newton than why not a twig for Mr. Pinsafe?) he thou

Dr. Ridhima Shashank Gupta walked through the corridors she had crossed almost everyday for the last three years. Actually this particular Ridhima had walked through them for a few months at most. The preceding sentence might lead the reader to become confused. Does this story star more than one Ridhima? Well the writer's answer is -depends on whether you like the 1st, 2nd or the 3rd Ridhima with our annoyingly charming Dr. Arman or even better, are you completely neutral to all of them? Anyway before this story gets anymore complicated than it needs to be, here we go: "Idhar chali main udhar chali" "Jaane kahan main kidhar chali" The song was one that Ridhima had been singing since Arman returned. It felt so good to be the ping pong in the table tennis game. Sometimes she was being banged on her old friend - the fire escape wall, and sometimes she was being sweet talked by her husband, Siddhant Modi, a.k.a the stereotypical chocolate boy with puppy eyes