THE little GREASE STAIN
Grease on a wall. Oppressive dark furniture in a semi-lit room. Endless abyss of idle time. An active mind. Madness. That's how the story began and ended. She was a neat freak and there was this annoying little greasy stain on the otherwise spotless wall. She spotted it for the first time, when she was watching tv one afternoon in that depressing little living room of hers, with its oppressive dark colored furniture. The blinds were drawn and the only light was from the TV screen. She hated the mid-day television soaps, but still could not resist watching them. Why? Because there was nothing else to do. "Well, its upto you how you use your time..", her friends and family would tell her.... The grease stain drew her attention again.. Did she imagine it, it seemed to have spread a little, increased in size by an inch. To be fair, she had been looking for work and catching up on reading for the first 6 months. But then, reading is fun, only when you steal time away from othe...