The girl who paints murals of fierce goddesses on crumbling walls silently declares herself unaffected by judgmental remarks. I cannot help but notice the dark clouds she paints overhead in some places. Natasha is labelled as being overambitious when she stakes her claim to a leadership role in the company and offends others vying for … Continue reading a-changing
“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown” – an idiom that encapsulates the weight of leadership, often burdened with legacy or the chains of slavery to those who gifted the crown. As the workday draws to a close, certain corridors come alive with gossip, manipulation, and collusion. It's not just a matter of an … Continue reading Power Dynamics
I wake up drenched in sweat. It is one of those nights when a character, with a perspective that challenges my narrative, fights to blend in with my story but is not very welcome. I must include his perspective, which is in stark contrast to my own. This will alter my story's format and challenge … Continue reading Malicious Gossip
Somebody rushes in with a form to be filled as my mother’s body is wheeled into a mortuary, “What was the cause of death?” I am quick to respond, “Organ failure.” Having heard countless harrowing tales of organ trade and the exploitation of the deceased for financial gain, the issue hits close to home. The … Continue reading The Body Machine
Maya packed his belongings with sadness and resolve in the dim light of their shared apartment. "Let’s part ways in style," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil. She handed him a neatly folded shirt, symbolising the life they had tried to build together. He looked at her, eyes pleading, but she had decided. … Continue reading Finding oneself
“The stock price has sunk to Rs.5/- per share”, Aryaman screamed in shock while checking the share price of a company on the verge of bankruptcy. Just before the National Companies Law Tribunal could officially declare them bankrupt, a saviour appeared to repay the debt, and the stock prices started surging again. “But why didn’t … Continue reading Being Smart
Well, it’s a retrograde seasonlittered with odds and evensan artificial construct of timewill end as the bells chimeto ring in the unknownas we walk past a milestone Six Sentence Stories
The red sari that widows are not allowed to wear mocked her whenever she peeked into her present wardrobe of pastels. “You are still young,” said someone, looking at her hopefully. She did not want to be trapped in a marital bond again, not after having experienced bliss in a solitary existence. “I’ll gift this … Continue reading The Red Sari
“Ensure you don’t repeat the same mistakes you always do”. “You are talking about the image you have of me, not the real me,” Amina's voice quivered, revealing the depth of her struggle. Tim was nonplussed for a moment. For the past few years, he had been locked in a relentless battle with himself, each … Continue reading Shadow-boxing
Never a great cook, she rummaged through the larder to see if she could put together a meal for two. She wondered what her housekeeper would do with the limited ingredients, without the herbs and sauces she always kept handy. But whom is she trying to impress when she could easily order a fancy meal? … Continue reading Culinary Adventures
