Very few people know that the much-eulogised greenery and ambient temperatures of this small town are a gift from my father. I take pride in being born to this humble auto-rickshaw driver who carried seeds with him, and planted some on the roadside, whenever he did not have a passenger to ferry. When I lost … Continue reading OBITUARY
I take a walk down memory lane, and stop by the moss-covered milestones on the way. Why did they matter so much at that point of time, and why did they lose relevance later on? It was the dream of a child holding a balloon in hand, and wanting to fly, not knowing the competition … Continue reading Mossy stones
I’m grateful I can walk and run, but I wish I could fly. Mobility and speed matter in the race of life, but more so the perspectives. I see the world moving past me, but in the opposite direction, as I move in high gear. Then, I move my sights to the ones moving alongside … Continue reading Wind under wings
Freedom for her means only one thing - not being told what and how and when to do whatever she did. The acts she is reprimanded for, are not worth a thought to the saner people in the world. Like where and how should the dish-washing brush be placed, how much water should be used … Continue reading Freedom
She carefully walked down the stairs, into the lawn, and foraged around to find a particular type of blade of grass. I was infuriated to watch her eat that. “Don’t we feed you enough?” She was astounded for a moment, but came back in my arms in her usual, forgiving manner. The stomach upset she … Continue reading Foraging wisdom
He’s charming. He showers praise on every little effort I make to keep the office machine running smoothly. Yet, I’ve a certain sense which reads between lines. Things can’t always be hunky-dory, so it made sense to accept that job offer which paid more. He doesn’t want to let me go, and is using every … Continue reading Personalities
Click on the image to write more stories “Homeless in the outer world, lives inside her mind” - the tagline to her social media profile intrigues, and she is no novice in the world after having spent a couple of decades here. I look forward to interviewing her for my fledgling show, and struggle with … Continue reading Homeless
They hugged each other and cried, though it had been only two hours since they last met. They were strong individuals, but tormented by the agony of being lost in an alien place. They could not speak or read the local language. Phone calls did not go through for reasons unknown. It took ages rewinding … Continue reading The Shift
Scene 1 “I hear the Branch Manager of JNPT branch is in a relationship with one of his colleagues. He is married ….” The boss is digressing from the topic of discussion. “Should we really bother about personal lives of employees? He is an excellent performer.” I suppress a smirk as plenty of unsavoury stories … Continue reading 360 degrees feedback
Nobody wanted to work in Parliament Street branch of the bank, but I was offered no choice. We had to comply with absurd telephonic requests, where identity of the caller could not be verified. Refusal to comply was considered suicidal. The Machiavellian pattern of acts became clear, only when news of the fraud broke out, … Continue reading Machiavellian
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