STEP BY STEP

The degree would be useless, if he didn't take the second step,

His first already done, as he stared, his hands quivered...

The lifeless body lay before him, at his sole disposal,

His scissors and tongs having already done the blood-splilled slit.


Tiny beads of sweat started pouring from sides of his forehead,

Could he afford to skip his next very important step?

In thory, it didn't seem as revolting or gross,

But practical, had him built into a bundle of nerves.


Never quite anticipating this nervousness,

He had never imagined would be this plight,

His solo OP mission in front of him,

All decisions, his; others, he could not blame.


A surgeon he had become, after years of intense training,

Yet, his first solo task gave him quite the fright,

Seconds ticked, a decision needed; he had come his far, taken the first step,

It was too late for him to now back out..


He had to complete what he started, and fast,

His reputation almost at stake no less,

The second step was crucial; as would be the next, and next,

For the surgery to succeed he had to complete all the steps back to back!




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THE GOODWILL GESTURE

Emptying the contents, he stuffed the packet into his pocket; this trick should work, he thought wickedly and called the helper.

'Complimentary juices for the opposite team as a goodwill gesture,' he drawled, 'remember, the transparent jug for them and the opaque for our team, understood?'

The helper nodded, as he was prompted again, 'the transparent for them, opaque for ours.'

Mid-game one by one the players rushed to the loo, confusing all, affecting their performance, and eventually, the opponents won.

Frustrated, he called the helper, 'What did you do?'

'You said, transparent for ours, and the opaque for them.'




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SCARRED FOR LIFE!

The loud snore beside her woke her in a jolt,

A glance at the watch showed dawn, and that her time was up,

Hurriedly she got up and faced the mirror,

Dishevelled hair; smudged lipstick and kohl,

Demanded a quick splash of water...


Vigorously she washed her entire body,

Disgust creeping all over, wanting not a remnant nor any memory,

His snore reached her ears all the way till the bathroom,

She wanted to get the hell out of the place as fast as she could...


Like others, he too had ravaged and plundered all through the night,

Whatever was left of her already scarred self,

Scarred, not by any visible marks or injury,

But, scarred forever by zillion emotions and mental agony...


Sighing, she applied fresh lipstick and pulled back her hair,

This was a life and fate she had now come to accept,

She had long stopped carrying for morals anymore,

Since, it was not morals that fed her or got her bills paid...


Getting out of the room, she closed the door slowly behind,

A drop of tear almost theatentening to fall from corner of her eye,

She felt her jean pockets, the bundle of notes given by the brute, firmly secured,

This was all that mattered, the money; no matter who was her client...


A betrayal, eons ago by whom she had believed was her only love,

It no longer mattered to her, with whom she now slept around.




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