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A Facebook Page Called Tiny Windows

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       So three weeks ago, I created a Facebook page (which I called Tiny Windows) for the flash fiction/short stories that would pop every now and then in my brain. I usually liberate them from my head by posting them here on this blog, never caring if someone would read it, but, then one day, while scrolling on my News Feed, I saw a page that featured short stories, so I thought, yeah, I could do that.      I sent around 100 invites (only to FB friends I have/had some personal interactions), and around 40 of them responded and followed the page, which is quite okay as majority of people on Facebook just ignore invitations to like a page, though, in my case, I try to respond to all the invites I receive, especially pages I could relate. Just don’t send me invites for a page named Zumba Lovers or one that is dedicated to glorifying serial killers.      You can’t cancel and resend invites so I sent a PM to people (around 10) who I thought didn’t see my invites and who wouldn’t h

Ay, Phone!

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       A nephew wanted a new phone so we accompanied him to the mall. His current phone’s old (a mid-range Android phone) and everyone in his office is using an iPhone, so his choice was an iPhone. He’s still young, a fresh graduate, so he’s still vulnerable to peer pressure. The phone (iPhone 16 Pro) jaw-droppingly cost almost a hundred thousand buck (including the tempered glass, casing, and other whatnots), but thank goodness, it’ll be paid via installment, but still, it’s quite pricey. That phone is even smaller than my mid-range Android phone (which cost me just around 15K three years ago).      My nephew’s an IT guy so a high-end cell phone, one that’s state-of-the-art when it comes to technology, is sort of a prerequisite.      But would I buy that kind of phone for myself if in case I could easily afford it? I don’t know, I’m not an IT guy and I’m not into things that will only serve as a status symbol. My mid-range smartphone will probably be with me until it conks out.

Broken Plaque of Recognition

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       Few days ago, I had a little ‘writing accident’—the glass plaque that I received from a major script writing contest many years ago fell from my shelf and broke (the base separating from the body). The photo above was an exaggeration, but it resembled my plaque. It was a sturdy , beautiful plaque; just that it fell from quite a high place. That contest was the only writing contest I ever joined in my life—I wanted to see if I could write a movie script. I probably could because it became a finalist. It probably didn't win because it was quite depressing. It’s the only recognition I got for wasting my life writing. Lol. No, I think I was nominated Writer of the Year once or twice in a komiks publication and received certificates for it. I have no idea about the whereabouts of those certificates now.        Few months after receiving the plaque, I got a call from someone who worked at this huge TV company (which owned the company that launched the writing contest), asking