1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="VkyUwCEhhx"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/y-yenta/">Y: Yentas</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/y-yenta/embed/#?secret=VkyUwCEhhx" width="600" height="338" title="“Y: Yentas” — PoohsDen" data-secret="VkyUwCEhhx" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> The yellow note struck on the door of his apartment was the first thing he noticed as he walked home after yet another long day at work. He pulled the note and read it as he unlocked the door. He swore softly, crushed the note and stuffed it into his pocket. “Those meddlesome snoops” he said shutting the door behind him. The darkness, the silence, the loneliness or the lateness of the hour didn’t bother him. He was used to it.  He liked it this way and he had no clue why the rest of the world didn’t get the hint. He loved his job and the challenges it threw at him. The rat race kept him busy during the week and friends made his weekend exciting. Life was perfect at 32. Kicking off his shoes and grabbing a cool bottle of water from the fridge he walked towards the blinking red light on his landline. “Probably calls from the neighbors” he grimaced as he let the machine play the recorded message. “Hi Shiv, this is Margo, was wondering if you can come by for dinner tonight? We are making your favorite spicy lentil soup” Beep “Shiv – Margo again. […]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMyz8c5ZJtk/UuZ52Vjb9ZI/AAAAAAAAL9k/08d940762Yo/s1600/Y.jpg