There is a glass of wine on the table. There is a cigarette, there is an ashtray. There is the rhythmic drip of a kitchen tap. There is a corpse on the floor. There is a gun in her hand. There's nothing else to say.
Why did she kill herself - you ask. Why was she unhappy? Why is she smiling? Who is she anyway?
Why would you think I'd know?
Stop disturbing me. I'm not interested. Not in the corpse, and definitely not in you. I'd much rather watch television. There's a soap on mothers and daughters in law. It's fascinating. You find yourself drawn into an intricate web of deceit, love, lust, greed and authentic Indian values. A real gut-wrenching, tear-jerker. Much more amusing than a stupid corpse (or, for that matter, you).
Kyon Ki Saans Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi
3 comments:
I didn't like this one. You started off fine, in the way you usually do, which is, of course, very appealing and instantly captures the reader. But you ruined it by accomodating Balaji Telefilms. They really aren't worth it, love.
Mmmmmmmmm....well, actually I think it's hilarious. Loved it.
hmm... notes from the dead.
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