The state of the republic/union.

Fearless Politician Leader (FPL): ‘people like us’ are good. ‘People who are different’ are bad.
‘People like Us’ applaud.

‘People who are different’: FPL has changed the vibe of this country. He’s inciting more hate. Look at all these facts and figures.
‘People like Us’: all media is fake. Everything negative about FLP is lies.

FPL: everyone should live like us, eat like us, pray like us, look like us.
‘People like Us’ applaud.

FPL: I will drive out ‘People who are different’ who do not conform.
People like Us’ applaud.

‘People who are different’: FPL is a danger to freedom, secularism and diversity.
People like Us: don’t like how this country is run? you get out of this country.

FLP: the guy/woman from the opposition: was he/she even born in this country?
‘People like Us’: hahaha no no only people born here can be considered.

‘People who are different’: we were born here.
‘People like Us’: you go back to where you came from.

Foreign power changes policies relating to FPL’s country.
‘People like Us’: how dare they treat us like this? We have rights. How dare they?

Foreign Fearless Political Leader does exactly what FPL does.
‘People like Us’: that guy’s crazy. He’s a despot. Someone take away his Twitter account.
Foreign Media: but your guy and our guy are the same?
‘People like Us’: all foreign media is also fake. You also get out of this country.

Inspired

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Shankarappa woke up at 5 am. This was a waste. His awful wedded wife had screeched the house down all through last week. There was no choice today. He was at the centre by 6 am, receiving pots of ink and a brush. He sneered at the brush while eating his complimentary upma. What an insult. What a joke. Could this even be called a brush? What would the legends say if they saw him now? His muse had stopped speaking to him years ago, practically five minutes into his wedding. And now he could hear his anti-muse, his wife, all the time. Even when he stuffed cotton in his ears. He straightened his shoulders. He'd show them all. As the girl stepped up to him fearfully, he concentrated. Jackson Pollock my ass, he thought. I'll show them abstract art. And he went to work. The entire polling booth went silent. He smiled triumphantly. They knew they were in the presence of genius. Why, the girl even started shedding tears, looking at her finger. Unexpectedly, it was going to be a good day. #jacksonpollock #abstractart #daubs #painters #fiction #painting #abstract #voting #polling #vote #karnataka #elections – #regrann @lafictionista

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Eagle eye

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It was already four and they hadn't arrived yet. She tut-tutted to herself. Young people today had no sense of time. She'd been ready since three, her maid's uniform ironed to razor sharpness and a broom stolen from hotel housekeeping. And they were late. Which was surpriskng because in her experience, adulterers were normally early. She sighed. She had an embezzler to stalk at six. She'd already bugged the window and table so she was covered but she always liked being able to listen in and report back to clients the same day. Plus adulterers were the cutest. She swept dispiritedly and hoped they'd turn up soon. #buglife #detective #eagleeye #privateeye #sherlock #affair #cafe #cheater

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On the street where you live

Must love dogs.

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It was 12. He hadn't come back yet. She sighed and sat back in bed, pulling the sheets towards her. Alexi slept on beside her, snoring a little. She wondered when he'd be back, whether he'd come sleep with them when he did come in or if he'd avoid them and sleep in the guest room. He hated that the dog slept in their bed. But she'd brought Alexi into her bed because he was gone so many nights. And now…well she didn't know what was going on anymore. And she was tired of having to choose between her dog and her husband. Tonight, she'd talk to him. And make a choice. #dog #pet #couple #love #husband #fight #doggy #doggylove #doggylover #relationship #fiction #instastory #lhasaapso #lhasalove #lhasagram

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It’s a bird. It’s a plane…

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He looked up and sighed. He'd promised himself that he'd start working out today. He craned his neck to see if he could see the top of the building. More than 40 floors then. People were working, laughing and living up there. He could see them. He tried to stretch and limber up but just ended up leaning against the building, with his eyes closed. The darkness threatened to come flooding back. Superman stretched out his arms and shot up 40 floors, barely glancing at the people inside. He flew home – after all, he'd left the house today – that was a great first step. Lois would just have to understand. #depression #superman #loislane #manofsteel #blue photo credit @anishachristinejohn #skyscraper

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Sunflowers

In Her Majesty’s Secret Service

Wordplay

Dead line.

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She sat in the back seat, tense. If she didn't get home on time, there would be hell to pay. Why had she gotten tempted by Sailu and those wretched sandwiches? She should have left then. She started to flip through the names of gods in her head, no mean task given the sheer numbers. Which one could she pray to for help? When they started to slow down, she almost broke down. The driver popped out, outlined by the red glow of hundreds of cars. She felt the bile rise as he surveyed the situation and with the satisfaction of a man being paid by the minute, announced that they would be there for some time. He turned, and stopped smiling as he saw her throw up, her bloodless face white in the darkness. #fear #tuktuk #submissive #terror #traffic #rickshaw

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Fireworks

Aftermath

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She looked at the glass, sweat beading the outside of the glass. The golden-hued wine undulated seductively in the glass. She thought about the journey these grapes had had. From seeds in a bag to soil. To sunshine and struggling against mother nature. To being pruned and watered and tended. To knowing love and attention and flowering and fruiting. And becoming sweeter, under the sun, turning plump and juicy and delicious. And then being stomped into wine, laughter and joy. Resting in a barrel, ripening into full-bodied flavour. "This wine has done more for me than he has," she said blearily, before bursting into tears. #wine #whitewine #vino #grapes #vineyards #winemaking #love #loss #heartbreak #drama #golden #delicious #cold #drinking

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I can’t make you love me

Infatuation Part II

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Part II. He hurried up the road. He was late. It was 1.15 and She would have already ordered. He wouldn't be able to order what she ordered today, he'd have to catch up and skip a course. He grimaced at the thought of asking the waitstaff for more information; he was sure they were laughing at him. After all, he was practically stalking Her. Coming here every Friday, ordering the same thing She did. He was sure She didn't know he existed – he'd made it a point to come at the same time each time but She…His insides turned warm just thinking of her. Panting slightly, he reached the restaurant. And She wasn't there. He stood there, wondering if she was late, knowing she wasn't, fearing the worst. #flirting #shy #socialanxiety #heartbreak #love #relationship #lunch #tallglassofwater #mint #date #restaurant #masonjar #drinks #part2 #end #green

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Infatuation Part I

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Part I. The waiter smiled and put down her order. "Ma'am, your Tall Glass of Mint Sauce", he said. She smiled distantly, nodding her head in thanks, without taking her eyes off the door. Her Tall Glass hadn't arrived yet. She knew the wait staff must be laughing at her, at her slavish devotion to Him Without a Name. Every Friday, He came in for lunch at 1.05 pm. She tried to come in a little earlier or on time but was late sometimes. She'd order exactly what He ordered. She'd eat at the same pace that He ate. There was no way she'd risk talking to him. It was the only time she felt like she wasn't alone. She had to stop. She knew that. Her transfer was coming through next week. And she could stop feeling crappy about feeling crappy. #flirting #shy #socialanxiety #heartbreak #love #relationship #lunch #tallglassofwater #mint #date #restaurant #masonjar #drinks #part1 #beginning #green

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Spot the difference

Footprints

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He was early. He checked his watch yet again and sat down. Out of habit, he centred the table mat and aligned the glasses. She was probably stuck in traffic. But then, he was early. Something he'd never been when they'd lived together. Birthday parties, school plays, annual days, sports days – he'd been late to them all. She'd been too young to realise that divorce was inevitable. Her mother would tire of the excuses and fights and move out. And his importance in his daughter's life would grow fainter, like footprints on the beach. He checked his watch again and hoped his daughter was on the way. He'd faded out of her life enough. #footprints #beach #waves #memory #divorce #love #father #daughter

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Phans

Nice shoes.

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She saw him before he saw her. Sauntered up to the bar stool next to him and slid on. “I’d like a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against The Wall. Please.” she said pleasantly. He smiled. “I’d recommend a Screaming Orgasm. It doesn’t last as long but packs a punch.” The corner of her lips quirked. “Sounds like you got a Bad Habit there.” He sipped his drink. “Yep. I started Between the Sheets and then ended up here. Where do you come from?” She tilted her head. “Manhattan. Via a Boston Sidecar.” He whistled. “Bend over Shirley! That’s a Mind Eraser of a journey.” She laughed. “I know! All that way on a Black Bison and a Blue Motorcycle!” He looked at her. “Nightmare. How about a Corpse Reviver, Red Hot Mama?” She smiled. “I’d rather have a Slippery Bald Beaver.” “How Old Fashioned,” he sighed. “Tsk. You’re acting as if I’m a Sour Witch.” She pouted. He almost laughed out loud. “Well, you have got me Bewitched.” “Really? Getting a Wet Spot there are we?” she teased. “Depends,” he replied. “Do you have a Blue Negligee?” She smiled again. “No, but I do have a Slippery Nipple.” He swallowed. “Well, My Fair Lady, shall we?” She slid off the stool. “Absolut-ly.Harvey Wallbanger, get ready for my Silk Panties.” A Midsummer Night’s Dream welcomed them, the Sea Breeze gently kissing them as they walked off into the Tequila Sunset. #flirting #bar #cocktails #love #meetcute #meetdrunk #drunkinlove

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Smoke and mirrors