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Sundays

There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest  was very welcome. I loved to sleep.  I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for  midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean  that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon.  The pastor, in fact,  would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother  after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened  \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe  tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The only thing to do then was to switch on

The Gentleman Pickpocket

I was waiting at the bus stop when I noticed the old gentleman. "Waiting for a bus?" I asked trying to be friendly. He shook his head and looked at me with mournful eyes. "No. I'm waiting for people," he said with a sad smile. "For people?" "Yes to pick their pockets," the man said sorrowfully. I was instantly alert. "Are you a pickpocket?" "A gentleman pickpocket," he sighed unhappily. "What's the difference between the two?" I asked surprised. "I always ask permission before I pick someone's pocket," the old man said with a nod. "Oh!" "They usually respond by giving me some money," the pickpocket said. "But that's no better than begging!" I exclaimed. "Certainly not. A gentleman pickpocket does not beg. He merely borrows and there is no tomorrow for repayment." "Is this a touch?" I asked

Humpty Dumpty

I was having a conversation with Humpty Dumpty. "What on earth made you sit on a wall endangering your yolk?" I asked. "I am fully insured," he said smugly. "But all the king's horses and all the king's men could not put you together again," I pointed out. "Actually I am like a crossword puzzle. I knew that the king's men were asses. They could not put two and two together," he smirked. "So who picked up the pieces?" I asked. "None did, I put myself together again," he said chuckling as he teetered on the wall. "You will fall again and break your crown," I said. "That didn't happen to me. You should read 'Jack and Jill' more minutely," he said snobbishly. "They could have made a poach out of you, or scrambled eggs or even an omelette," I said ominously. "I wouldn't mind as long as they don't use pepper, it makes me sn

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Sundays

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