“I transferred the money to her account. She has to return it.” I could see only the accusing finger in the courtroom, and then her well-moisturised ankle. She hushed up facts about the investment that ran into a loss, and it being in my name, because she expressed inability to sign papers on a working … Continue reading Double Loss
“I’m sick of magic mirrors”, my teenage daughter protested, “I don’t like seeing grotesque forms of myself.” “These are not those deforming, illusionary mirrors. You will be transformed forever.” His voice appeared to come from another plane. “What? You mean deformities will be permanent?” “There are no deformities here. The tormentor and tormented look alike, … Continue reading Games people play
Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. He forgot that he did not need to do so, after the plastic surgery which has changed his appearance. It was an instinctive response on seeing the person who trusted him, but was backstabbed. He wondered if she had recognised him. But his body language was enough … Continue reading First Line Friday
Sarah Potter for Friday Fictioneers “Keep tabs on his team. I want a report of every movement they make.” “I thought Nelson is the suspect.” “He is. But he is not stupid enough to do things openly in broad daylight, and get caught.” “So?" “So, track the shadows. Shadows speak the truth. Then, make corrections … Continue reading Forensic Investigation
grey skies eager to speak, share secrets colour splash restrains with buoyance who will listen to gloomy songs worlds out there are ready to dance colour splash restrains with buoyance eager to step out of constraining masks worlds out there are ready to dance no time for caution or penance eager to step out of … Continue reading Taking a Chance
“Let the door not be a barrier. The light of liberation is the same, and will shine brighter if flames unite.” I find this note in an antique statue placed on the mantelpiece. Heritage hotels give me a spooky feel. I wonder what stories lie behind, and who lives in those sculpted arches. Who wrote … Continue reading Who?
There was an intense discussion on ‘sunk cost syndrome’ in today’s meeting on business strategy for the next year. Her mind wanders off from excel sheets, as she applies the principle to her personal relationships. There is so much that has outlived its utility and relevance in the last few years. Growing apart is a … Continue reading Dried up
He has not eaten an apple for more than a decade. It is that time of the year again. Fruit vendors from the valley crowded markets with their stalls, inviting prospective buyers to come take a bite. He looks around for that rosy glow on a smooth cheek behind the counters, but is disappointed again. … Continue reading Waiting
“Have I ceased to exist for the ones I left behind?” “You wanted to leave them, isn’t it?” “Yes. But I spent a considerable part of my life moulding myself to suit their needs. Is there any recognition of the same in my absence?” “Those moulds were borrowed or imposed, not you. You are looking … Continue reading Purified
“I would advise you to stay. You are too callow to understand the ways of the world out there.” “I’m not comfortable here.” “You have been given everything you need.” “Really? All I need is a level playing ground to up my game.” That was a decade ago. I’ve learnt there are no level playing … Continue reading Brand of Ethics
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