Aarthi looked at the door for a while. Opening it wasn’t going to be easy in this weather.
It wasn’t going to kill her, but she still could not do it.
She tapped quickly on the metal bar hoping it would fix it.
A faint jolt of static plunged through her body.
She had been Zapped!
Filed under 55 Fiction, Project 365
When time's hard, Chips are down,
And Life, like old curd, seems sour,
There's nothing better to sweeten it up,
Than some hot spicy Idli Vada Sambar.
- Anonymous
(because I know the poem sucks) :P
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