Copyright © 2012Premji. All rights reserved. No part of thisprint publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, ortransmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical,recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of theauthor. Premji Premji is a talented poet born in a remote village named Madappad in Thiruvananthapuram District of Kerala, India. He writes poetry since 1996. He published a collection of short stories in Malayalam, named ‗Ananya‘ by Mulberry publications in 1999 and its copyright is dedicated to Pain and Palliative Care Society, Kozhikode. He published more than 300 poems and seventy stories in different on-line literary magazines.He is a founder member of www.indianruminations.com, a noted e-literary journal published from Thiruvananthapuram. Personal website: www.premji.in
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[email protected] 2020 A cobbler named Rama got married to Serena, a washer-woman. Ceremonies were avoided as the country face grave recession. Somehow he was able to get one glass of milk, for her to bring and them to share on their first night. When he was about to begin the act, heard somebody knocking on the door. 'Shit', he yelled out of frustration and opened the door. Two policemen and a White were standing at the doorstep. 'Gentleman, do you have the license? ' The White asked. (With strong American accent) 'For what? ' 'For making love, you know we have already patented it. So do you have it? ' 'No.' 'Well Gentlemen, what will you do when you find someone doing something which he is not allowed to? ‖ 'We will put him behind the bars.', said the policemen.