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Shoplifting Escapade - FiveI had been here a while ago! I picked up the item closest to me; a shampoo bottle and threw it towards the two uniformed men on my right. Black Cap and another staffer appeared on my left. There was no way out! I threw things at them aimlessly, not knowing what else to do. So far I had been lucky. If bringing down the entire store and evading the staffers till now was the definition of lucky, I was. But now my luck seemed to have run out. My breathing was heavy, worked out, my limbs were aching, the pain from the wound in the knee now more pronounced as the heat of the events subsided. I looked at them, conShoplifting Escapade - Five
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Shoplifting Escapade - FourI cut a right and clearing the entire row feinted right and bolted to my left again. But I couldn't shake off the two staffers, who like hungry scavengers were on my tail. To my right were two giant open refrigerators. The sign above the glass casing said "Fresh Fruits". I picked up a head-sized, dark green watermelon, turned around and threw it towards the row I knew the two staffers would emerge from in a matter of seconds. I picked up another, considerably bigger melon and did the same. It struck the ground and erupted into a collage of red and green pulp. The first staffer to materialize from behind the shelf was a littlShoplifting Escapade - Four
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Shoplifting Escapade - ThreeBlack Cap surveyed his surroundings. He was looking for me! Trying to hunt me out with his eagle eyes. I put my head down and prayed, prayed like I had never before that he hadn't spotted me. I was near the billing counters. He didn't care to look in that direction. For once, I was thankful. What do I do now? The bulldog-faced woman with her trolley filled with rum cakes, bread loaves, cookies, chocolates and everything fluffy was standing behind me, waiting for her turn. I couldn't go back. It'd make me too vulnerable. Black Cap had gone to the reception, whispered a few sentences in the ear of the receptionist and then walShoplifting Escapade - Three
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Please be notified that effective this date the above named STALKER has filed an official Intent To Stalk Declaration targeting the above named STALKEE in accordance with Obsessive/Compulsive Personal Pursuit Code of Conduct Act of 1993 (OCPPCCA93).
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| Rupesh Jhabak is a human being with messy hair, whose soul in turn exists in another human with even more disheveled hair. He wants to be an animator, a computer programmer, a tycoon, a travel show host, a writer, a poet and a lot more that won’t fit this box. He wants to be on top of this world. He lurks and keeps lurking to find and win what he loves. He is a hardcore rock music fan and worships Simple Plan and My Chemical Romance. He thinks Shakespeare was a genius and that Stephen Hawkins should be the next Pope. He also thinks that Dom Perignon is the best wine ever concocted; he can down an entire bottle while you whine remembering your mom’s tirades about how alcohol is bad. Prada is his favourite label and he wants to re-visit Paris and Rome before he dies. Rupesh is passionate about words. He is a bit of a writer and a poet and most of the time is lost in his world of unfinished plots and rhyming word. He is not your typical, everyday kind of a teenager. He can be sarcastic at times and he won’t hesitate to break any kind of protocols if he deems something is correct otherwise. He believes in living life the way he thinks will provide him with the serenity he struggles so hard to find. He is whimsical and impulsive. He makes detailed plans in his mind about almost everything possible. He is a misnomer – soon to be a contradiction to himself – because most of the time he feels like he has been snatched from the world he lived in and dropped onto this parallel universe where his intuitive existence is a complete rebuff. This is recognized by the fact that whatever he does or tries his hands at, always come to a close at a dead end – a dead end sealed by a brick wall. But recently he has learnt that life moves on even with such circumstances. And many a times, without ever knowing he had screwed up, he believes that he had committed deeds of unimaginable genius, which is a reason why he feels an outcast amongst the dumb homo-sapiens who walk the face of planet Earth. He has his own faults. He is an ambivert, a little lazy, marginally creative and someone who thinks a lot before jumping to conclusions; in fact too much for his own good. He is too frank about the bare facts of life and cannot act fake. He has his skeletons in his closet. Well, being a bit frivolous as he is with his gestures, he is haunted by his erroneous past and the more he buries the past, it crawls its sucking way out, always. Many of Rupesh’s friends (or maybe none of them) will tell you that he's a weird piece of work because nothing interests him more than doing something alone or just sitting doing nothing. He strongly believes in living his own life with freedom; not resorting to or changing himself due to straight-backed conventions. He also has a genial nature and the aura of making people around him feel comfortable. He cares for his friends with his life. He regrets that the person he thought was his best pal, walked out on him; although he still loves that friend and would do anything to go back to the good old days. If you are his friend, learn to trust him or move on your own way. That's what has become his motto of remaining good friends lately. It’s enough being jabbering all my way, as you have been scrolling down. I want to close by confessing that – Rupesh loves himself. Thats how Rupesh is. Some call him Rups, some call him romantic while he calls himself a bit more than a realization of an extraordinary existence. I am a DailyLitDeviation Club Member. You can check out the daily deviations here [link] |
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