SR Ramachandran. Curved sticks. Grace
The taunts and catcalls were getting to me, losing my focus as I tried pacifying my foolish pride.
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As we frantically gave cardiac-massages to our brains to work a way out, the sudden noise of the door upstairs flung open, unsettling us. Caught unaware by the turn of events so dramatic we flung ourselves beneath the staircase. From there, we could hear someone descending the stairs, step by step, as if he knew.