Tales

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”   

Franz Kafka

The Confident Professor

The temp professor felt quite confident as he strutted down the hall towards the tutorial room. It was a selected group, just a few kids who had most probably requested a revision session for their upcoming exams. I can handle this with my eyes closed, John chuckled internally. Entering the small room, John settled his… Continue Reading →

Photograph In A Box- #writephoto

While relocating to a new flat across the city seemed exciting for her son, it was more of a headache for Raveena. A 35 year old, balancing her role as the sole parent to a rambunctious 9 year old along with heading the editorial team for political coverage at a leading magazine; she had more… Continue Reading →

Excerpt from a Letter- #WDYS

Dear Ramya, Coming back to town after two decades should have felt like a warm embrace, instead it feels strange. The same buildings and grounds now sport new faces, such strange tones and foreign smells… Standing at your favourite spot near the pier, the familiar rushing sounds of the waves led me down the memory… Continue Reading →

Agent Z

It took her some time to regain consciousness and clear the haze of dizziness from her mind. A quick flexing of her hands and feet told her that while her hands were solidly tied behind her back, there was room for some foot manoeuvring. A cursory look around revealed that the dirty, abandoned warehouse had… Continue Reading →

Their Bond

Written for MLMM’s Photo Challenge #340, hosted by Nekneeraj. Amira emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her long wet hair with a towel as she glanced at the clothes laid on her bed.“Does the yellow top go with the red skirt?” she asked, switching on the hair dryer for a quick blow-dry. “Or should I wear… Continue Reading →

Her Conduct

“Mrs Wardner, there have been some concerns regarding your professional conduct,” came the prim voice of her boss’s superior as she sat down in a swanky private office. Sally looked suspiciously to the man standing beside the dour faced woman before her. Her boss looked smug. “Firstly, your whereabouts are-““-I’ve a weak constitution, madam. I’m… Continue Reading →

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