A star performer, Aditya Kapoor, in the sales department had suddenly quit. His incentives had not been credited on the due date, and he needed the money to pay his father’s hospitalization bill. He was piqued by the incident, and the competition had been smart enough to instantly lure him with a better offer. The … Continue reading The New Recruit
The systems had been hacked, despite installing firewalls and meticulous planning. The experts were called in for damage repair, but her professional credibility had immensely suffered. Sheila had never found herself in such a pickle before. She spent the next one week working with the experts, learning more about the vulnerability of each component, and … Continue reading The Pickling Process
The stage that was set with great care, and illuminated so perfectly, lay in shambles after a public outrage. The people who had teamed up to create the magnificent structure, shed silent tears, but no disappointment is greater than the artists not showing up, after building great hopes. God is as guilty as the artists, … Continue reading The Guilty
Dr. Martha had answered all the messages with great care, with a special personalized touch of appreciation and gratitude. There was so much that close associates had added to her life in the last thirty-five years. She had chosen to remain single, and devote her life entirely to work. Back home, she looked at the … Continue reading Starting afresh
The lean tree, the semi-spherical huts with a twig and bloom garden outside – it is all the stuff of childhood fantasy. We created this with our mother, and spun stories around the quaint little setting. The best storyteller was rewarded with a cupcake. This was the springboard for all my creativity. Lost in my … Continue reading Inspired Creativity
Sleep eludes me on balmy, moonlit nights, when the soul is hypnotized by greed and desire, and the beast awakens within. Inspired by Elsie Hagley at Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 56 Pic: renegadetribune.com
The sadhu dressed in a single loincloth and rudraksh beads, and carrying a ‘kamandal’ was caught shoplifting in the mall. I swear I had seen him deliver a discourse in the temple yesterday evening, with a seemingly divine glow on his face. “Baba, is your soul on vacation today? What made you steal?” I asked … Continue reading Soul on vacation
Our meetings would never have been the same without props. Books, music or a bar have always been the glue. I loved the intellectual discussions, the challenges thrown by your provocative ideas, and the revolutionary thoughts we shared about changing the world. The characters in the books we read, or planned to write and various … Continue reading Love on props
Elsie Hagley honored me with a Unique Blogger award, today, and asked a number of questions, which has prompted a lot of reflection. I could not capture it all in a single blog, but have answered her questions honestly. So, here we go, Elsie .... Can you remember the first story you ever wrote? Can … Continue reading What fuels my writing?
Unknown fears strangulate as he hallucinates a pair of hands gripping his neck. Same artistic fingers painted red nails he once loved dearly it hurt to cut them off. It was an act of love not barbarism How could he overlook another man’s ring? (44 words) Inspiration by dversepoets at Quadrille #37 … Continue reading Misunderstood
