Arbitrary Strokes on the QWERTY

To be read after #1.3.1   The characters in the story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance with the characters in this story to the living or the dead is purely coincidental. The views expressed are personal. Written by Vinayak Iyer, Mumbai, India. October 2014.  "We found a vacated house. To be exact, the house in which you were now residing. It was a simple trick", continued Samuel, "we bought the house, made it haunted and sold it to a party. Then obviously nobody would want to live there. They sell it with minimum profit but it was me who got the maximum profit."     John was taken aback. He didn't expect this. All the more his temperature was rising. Samuel started again with a long pause but was stopped by John. "There's no need for explaining more. Now where's that Portuguese guy. Your plan is still working or not?" John mocked knowing he played spoilsport in the so-called game. "Whom are you selling it to?", asked Samuel o

   The characters in the story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance with the characters in this story to the living or the dead is purely coincidental. Written by Vinayak Iyer, Mumbai, India. October 2014.          The sun shone brightly the next morning. The rays penetrated Samuel's french windows. John woke up only to see Samuel in the dining room casting his eyes over the morning newspaper.  "Morning", John called out. "Good morning!", replied his friend. After some general chat over the breakfast, John decided to make a move.        "Well, the car better not follow you now. Look out for that!", Samuel joked. John said nothing but merely returned a smile. Nobody traced John this time as he entered his house. The day was event less and dull.         Later that evening, John made a surprise visit to Samuel's. He announced something that literally startled Samuel. John did not seem to notice the surprise as something out of the norm for, hi