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The Cursed Brownie

A city where the Silk roads doesn’t seem to move smoothly like its name and places named after LIC policies- impatience is available on the go. As the metro moves seamlessly without disturbing the life below, a couple of ‘not so’ strangers (who know each other) decide to get a cup of coffee, in a Fortune 500 US Based Outlet in a mall, which is considered an architectural beauty. Travelling up the hills, away from home to meet a person who travelled towards home, from the state of ‘Amma’, a day late, as the roads weren’t silky enough. The orders were placed and they both would forget what they were about to drink, especially the one who just said ‘Anything is fine’, as it was being placed. A brownie was added to it, which wasn’t cursed. They didn’t have anything to catch up, but sitting on a wooden table next to each other with exotic cups of coffee placed in front of them, looking out into the lives of people that didn’t matter and looking into each other’s life as it would change drastically like the taste of coffee did, as it lost its heat. The past that brought them to the present giving them topics to discuss, getting to know the other and having slight measure of the future, but unsure about it. Yet we live another day, breathing in and out somewhere in this world eating a brownie that isn’t cursed. The ‘not so’ strangers were strangers at one point, must have been and then, the brownie placed somewhere in some kitchen baked for the ‘not so’ strangers.  And then when a stranger eats it up; the ‘not so’ strangers for whom it was meant to be and the one who baked it would have placed a curse on the stranger and the stranger would have never been in the present eating the brownie, that isn’t cursed. But he is, because the curse was never meant to be. But now having thought about it, as the curse was never placed but only the brownie was. It’s a boon in the form of this eggy chocolaty paradise, as the fork cuts through the cracks, leading to further talks and changes in the world. Every single word that comes out into the universe through them, leading to events, putting dents paving the way for the events occurring right now- the words being typed right now…

Truth remains that the brownie was never cursed, because the brownie never met a reason to be cursed but it did meet its reason at the right time, where it became a boon that is yet to be received.  Until that day, let’s keep putting dents in the universe

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