The deal was attractive. Rajeev would be appointed as the next CEO of the company. The equity allocated would be large enough to take care of his retirement. All he had to do, was raise questions on some strategic decisions taken by his boss, Sumit, and launch a social media campaign against alleged ‘scams’, He … Continue reading Counter-Moves
The heavenly aroma of herbs and grilled meat permeated my senses. The sound of cutlery touching the plates was not very pleasant though. How I wished, they invented noiseless cutlery! I wanted to focus more on the whispers from the table behind me. “Are you sure, this is our last meeting?” “Yes. I think it … Continue reading Where?
The smile was perfected with the help of a dentist, just like her body had been chiselled by plastic surgeons, for the upcoming beauty contest. The model coordinators had chanced upon her, when she accompanied her sister to a college event. They saw potential in her flawless skin, good figure and wide, innocent eyes. The … Continue reading The Contestant
All or nothing and everything that lies in between dying before time. Lying in between with the potential to develop into the much-desired All. Lying in between to vanish into oblivion ignored by know-alls. It is the click of a button or a paradigm shift that changes ideas to all or nothing. … Continue reading All or Nothing?
“Turning 40 heralds middle age, and 60 is retirement. What is it about 50?” “Well… Life spans are lengthening, and work spans are shortening. So, you never know, where will you be?” “Oh, Uncertainty!” I exclaimed dramatically, “Do you sell insurance or retirement plans?” “The pathos lies somewhere in between – the inability to plan … Continue reading Insurance
This appears in Aeon Mag. The Rider is Me
This is a poem jointly written with my friend Sara Jacobovici, which just happened. She sent me a few lines of her poem, and I completed it with the flow of my thoughts. We are happy with the result. Sara Jacobovici writes Giving birth to a moment, in the blink of an eye. Connecting with … Continue reading The Journey of the Moon
Frozen teardrops from a bygone era creating awareness of lost spirits floating around in this deserted castle. Glass barriers of contemporary life hindering approach letting the spirits fester in transparent loneliness and opaque masks. Inspired by Sue Vincent at Thursday Photo Prompt - Inside Out - Writephoto
I love the challenge of going nowhere just to feel like me free of expectations, dreaming unshackled under the non-judgemental tree. Are there dangers lurking in there Predators poised to attack? I’m sure they’ll run for cover. A strange smell, the formless eyes an aura in an unseen color looking for a watery mirror. … Continue reading The uncolored lens
“She yelled at the shadows that were following her – condemning, criticizing, disapproving. They spoke and acted just like her mother did, all her life. She drew all the curtains in the house to prevent their entry. They would be peeping in from somewhere – just like her neighbors did. She hated having houseguests. They … Continue reading The Mission
