Cliche trivia #TheSameOldStory

As she stood there stunned and still, she could sense her heart plummeting over the heavy roars of the blood that rose. Her feet felt frozen to the ground and she badly wanted to run away. But she was hooked like a hammered nail, quiet and cold. There was only this one lad, but her eyes witnessed an army of men. She tried to decipher the flicker in his eyes… lust? Hunger? What was it? A heartbeat. And the proximity was dizzying.

Ever been there?

Under the street lamp or maybe in the dark corner of a pocket road? Midst a crowded bus or your sweet safe home? The roadside sketching, the sleazy songs, the vague sense of wrongness of the grey haired uncle, and what more to add to the cart replacing the bubble list and the fairy shire dreams of your teens?

The preaching and quotes never stand by in times of the sudden clasp. In a heartbeat you freeze. Be it a 5 year old or a 30 year old, your nerves go numb and you just freeze. And how shameful, we all have been here at some point in our lives.

The saga continues. More such mandatory shares for eve hood. Amidst the accusations and stereotypes, the hymn goes…

WE EXPERIENCE A FROWNED SIGHT

AND THE INTIMACY OF A STEREOTYPE

WHAT ARE WE, THE AMAZING COOKS?

OR THE MILLION DOLLAR BAITS OF CROOKS?

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