“Can I meet one of the seniors before I join?” “Sure! They are happy to meet prospective employees.” I find myself opposite the legendary whistle-blower of the topmost bank. I forgot to blink. “I know, kid! Many people believed that no other firm will offer me employment after that courtroom battle. But this is a … Continue reading Epic
A new life awaits entry into a turbulent world, being taken away from bliss -- by the waiting bus Three Line Tales #Week 136
“Can we paint the balcony in a different color?” I felt suffocated by the sight of similar-looking boxes. “I grew up in a commune, where individualism was not permitted” Shucks …. that was my grandmom again, laying down laws which nobody liked. I gave Dad a pensive look, “For how many days are we going … Continue reading Communism Returns
My son asked for the moon today. I couldn’t reprimand the love of my life for placing impossible demands. And I couldn’t get the moon either. Lightning struck, in the form of a mythological tale I had heard in childhood. And I got the moon for him – in the mirror. I just had to … Continue reading Moon
With that, she walked into the rain and never looked back. How could she? A piece of art created with sugar could not have survived the intense fury of the rains. Nor could the roller skates which carried her take her to a safe place. The child who rolled her into the rains was happy … Continue reading Sugar Fairy
There is a stranger on the door, early in the morning. It looks like he needs help, but his appearance is disturbing. We have heard umpteen blood-curdling stories about people on the other side of the border. It is said that citizens or soldiers who cross the border line have never returned alive. My Mom … Continue reading Not too sure
There was something ominous about that number. She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman. Twittering Tales
She is born with this disturbing ability – of separating the fake from real, effortlessly. It creates discomfort in people around her. They try to frame her for wrongdoings, and make her feel guilty. She is often accused of taking a different path- the only path she has ever known. Is living for her own … Continue reading Outlaw
Anna’s mother is a good cook. Or so she thinks she is… It has moved to the extent of being an obsessive compulsive disorder. She cooks and cleans to perfection, even if there was domestic help to do it, feed and pamper a male member of the family (husband, son, grandson, son-in-law, whosoever lived under … Continue reading Emotional Abuse
“I will not give my land. The price you offer is not enough to sustain me, and I don’t have any other means to earn a livelihood.” “Do you understand that this is for a mega-project, which will change the face of the countryside. History will not forgive you for being a bottleneck in progress.” … Continue reading Bottleneck
