You know what the problem is? That people don’t think twice before spitting in places that they don’t inhabit. And this has increased so much over the past few years that it’s becoming unbearable. This is gross, but fountains of spit, of gutkha, of phlegm make their way to the tar on the main roads and it’s grinding my gears like none other! For God’s sake, just control yourselves!
I want to write an excerpt for this story but I'd probably spoil the fun if I did. It's a short one, so please do read it? 😀
This happened more than 3 years ago when thoughts of marketing and promotions for my book, Of Knights and Lilies were taking up most of my time and thoughts. But there were also a few unwelcome questions that I had to unwillingly entertain. These were thanks to some incidents that clawed at my insides when I really didn’t want them to. They clamored for answers while I just looked on in shock.