via Daily Prompt: Pest Or simply Lord would suffice, I'm sure. Almost two years ago, I was participating - or rather being made to participate - in a three week long programme on development of effective communication and other soft skills. An inescapable event that occurs at these programmes is the debate. Pit one group… Continue reading Lord of the Rings
via Daily Prompt: Pluck My mother, unable to contain her excitement, erupts loudly, "Vivek has become the BRAND AMBASSADOR for Adidas!!" I stare at her. "Isn't this EXCITING?!? His photos are everywhere! Pammi is so proud. We all are!" My mother nearly shouts. "Let's call him and wish him congratulations!" Vivek - one of my… Continue reading Family.
via Daily Prompt: Dash I get into the auto-rickshaw and inform the driver of my destination. As we dash past the parked cars and other rickshaws, I hear a noise. It is a strange sound; like someone about to vomit, but has reigned in the impulse. Like a violent hiccup, hacked off before it… Continue reading Fast
via Daily Prompt: Blossom "Don't turn on the TV." The husband commented, a little too casually. "I mean, you can turn it on - just don't watch the cricket match." "But I want to watch the match." His wife replied, confused, her finger frozen on the 'On' button on the remote. "I turned it off… Continue reading The Silly Belief Algorithm
via Daily Prompt: Create Not long ago, I met a person. A very young, opinionated, vocally judgmental sort of person. In the initial few hours of our very short acquaintance I found her to be utterly amusing, the way an ill-mannered, mischievous child - that is not your own - is amusing. You can afford… Continue reading R.I.P
via Daily Prompt: Distant There is nothing like the enthusiasm of coming to work on a Friday because you know that no matter what fresh hell rains down on you on a Friday, it cannot follow you into the weekend. Well, it can and often does, but let us assume, for now, that what happens at work,… Continue reading The Work Culture
via Daily Prompt: Perfume I found a box underneath the bathroom sink. I don't know how long it's been patiently sitting there but I'm pretty certain they didn't mean to leave it behind. They wouldn't; they've seen me fall apart at the smallest of things. I've fallen into a routine. I go to work, come… Continue reading The Box