She had been working here for the last ten years, and resented the maintenance effort. Keeping the linen sparkly white and starched took a lot of effort. The crockery used was either white or transparent. Ron was particular that only the food and companions should leave an impression on the senses. Everything else had to … Continue reading Senses
There are victims of amnesia on the other side of town. The precious moments spent here are lost in the melee of development. Why don’t you cross over to meet them? I did, but claustrophobia drove me back. Build something here to attract them. I cannot stand their derision on things they don’t understand. The … Continue reading Un-bridged
Whatever you term as rich experience also means that you have a mind of your own. We don’t really need people who can tell us what we should do. We have it all chalked out, and just need people to implement it. Efficient rookies you know, who can put themselves out on the block for … Continue reading Professionalism
It was that time of the year again. The boys would be home from the holidays, and create a ruckus around the house. They drag me along for their silly games and picnics. I hate carrying heavy baskets all the time, and lounging on the prickly grass. The mug-heads think I enjoy picking up the … Continue reading Real Vacation
During a session in neuro-linguistic programming, she was asked to imagine the peak of happiness, and visualize being swathed in golden-yellow light. It was like a magic bulb she was supposed to switch on in depressing moments, to migrate to a different mindset. It seemed like quackery, then. Fifteen years later, she had lost her … Continue reading Yellow tent
It was the last time that we were driving together to the beach. She had to catch a flight abroad on the next day, to pursue a course in photography. It meant separation. The path felt different. I felt trapped in my own life. Today is different, as I find my way to a yacht … Continue reading Sun N Shade
“Can junk inspire?” My artist husband smiled ruefully at seeing the new place we had shifted into. “Yeah, sure … if there is a story you can weave around it. Connect it to somebody’s life. Customize it to suit the audience. Recycle it several times over, and it should feel new every time. Use all … Continue reading Inspired
This is not a shoe shop. It is my wife’s dressing room, where she has spent a major part of her life. She developed pain in the knees, and I am compelled to sort out the ‘healthy’ ones with a balanced mind. I despair at the money outflow, as I spent my life engrossed in … Continue reading Despair at the lowest end
I wondered, or rather worried aloud why the train stopped between stations. It was a bomb scare. All rail movement on the tracks was brought to a halt till a detection squad arrived. The sniffer dog ran towards the suitcase, as if eager to meet a long-lost friend. He sniffed and sniffed, and moved all … Continue reading Worrying too much
Reflections in the glass, and the shadow of each leaf had a different story to tell – about the visitors to this side of town. It was not a very busy street now, except for that fateful night. An army stormed in to destroy all human life in sight, but took nothing. Did they come … Continue reading Shadowy deeds
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