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City Mental Asylum – Room No. 3

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. .
“Avaya, c’mon, give that to me.”
“What? This?
Nope! Never!
Come rain or shine, but I won’t.”
“Dear, you know when you see that pic an insane urge attacks you. I dunno from where.”
“What? Come again.”
“No, nothing .”
“I said, come again Avinash.”
“No, it’s nothing Avaya. I said nothing.”
“I don’t want to hear that again. Do you get that?”
“Okay. Great. I’ll zip my lip forever, if that’s what you want.”
“I can’t fancy speaking anything that makes you go nutters like this. In fact, I haven’t said anything at all.
Now, give that picture. Giving or not?”
“Get lost. That’s mine: forever. Did you get that?” Said Avaya, tears leaking from her eyes.
In next to no time, there’d be a downpour. And there it was. She was gone…