Ain't it bizarre?, I asked myself.
My inner voice knocked me,
"Hey, you Moron," Stop wondering and go to that not only bizarre but also terrible day.I could see a pointed angry nose in my inner voice.
So, it was a cool cloudy morning and we were just three girls.A three headed quirky army of Lisa, Cassia and me living in the same room in a flat.Lisa is very shrewd among us and talkative too. Infact, she started typing her mouth in the morning itself questioning me,
"What do you think about your home?"
Home????
Well, "Home to me is what umbilical cord is to a foetus," I uttered.
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