You’re My Hero

Heads would turn as she walked down the street. Gentle breeze would flow through her silky hair and feel mesmerized. Her walk comprised the majesty of the royals. She possessed a flawlessly toned body; his desire and her envy. Seeing her eyes, twinkling stars would blaze of jealousy. She resembled a princess from the fairy land.

No one wondered why she had won The Most Gorgeous Dog of the Year award at the National Dog Show year after year. She was beauty personified in the body of a Golden Retriever! She precisely signified her name, Daisy.

But, there was a ‘but’. All of this would turn into a reason for her to be scared every night. Tonight was no different. Continue reading “You’re My Hero”

Flip the Coin

I gulped dinner and hurried to my room. I did not want to miss even a moment of a quick calm nap that I could steal from a sleepless night that was to follow.

I dusted my bed as if it would make any difference.

An engineering student’s hostel room is a matchless place.

Mysterious ambiance, filthy bed – missing bed sheet, broken window glasses, tables that would see-saw with scratchy sound, moral-immoral-inspirational-offensive-‘As if I give a damn’ attitudes written all over the walls, dusty mirror that would hardly reflect anything, years old calendars hanging for the sake of hot chicks posing on them, grime covered empty hair oil bottles, cutouts from newspaper with James Bond poses and bare bodied Arnolds and Sylvester Stallions; are few of the attributes of making of an engineering guy’s typical hostel room.

This room – my room – was no different. Continue reading “Flip the Coin”

A Letter To My Daughter

Darling Daughter,

Today, you turn two. It is 4 am and seeing you sleeping carefree with half-open mouth, wide spread arms and teeny-tiny snores, I feel at peace.

Thankfully, probably the only worry you have today is ‘how do I convince mom to let me play in the sandpit for a little more’; I have, unfortunately, bigger things to be bothered about.
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She’ll Be What I Am

Just like any other father, I always want my daughter to remain daddy’s li’l doll. When she is just six months old, you are inclined to giving her a finger to hold; it often leads to underestimating her abilities though.

I thought she was too little to understand the world. I didn’t realize that I was wrong until that morning when she smiled when I smiled and frowned when I fake-frowned. I first thought it was a co-incidence. I repeated the sequence to be sure. Continue reading “She’ll Be What I Am”

Heads You Win, Tails I Lose

Interviewing candidates for a position on her project was not new to Sharon. She had been doing it for years.

When it came to interviewing, there had been cases when she knew that the candidate was apt in just first five minutes of the call. And there had been cases when in the same first five minutes, it was a clear cut rejection.

On the other hand, a border-line interviewee was not a novel scenario either. The scenarios when it was hard to decide for a distinct approval or a rejection. Like any other interviewer, Sharon had faced it time and again.

That day was such a situation, the border-line scenario. This time, it was with a twist though. It was a twist that puzzled Sharon.

As she finished the interview process, it left her with a riddle to solve; a riddle within herself.

Continue reading “Heads You Win, Tails I Lose”

You’ve a matchstick?

Rambo plucked out a cigarette from his pack and asked, “Hey man, you’ve a matchstick?”

“Wouldn’t I have burned the world down already had I had a matchstick?” Burny said with a shrug.

“Eh! Whatever.” Rambo ignored.

“Do you know what is wrong with the world?” Burny hung on to being pissed off.

“No. And I don’t know because may be there is nothing wrong?” Rambo said while he managed to borrow a lighter from a passerby.

“To name one of many, it is You. Guys like you are wrong with the world; guys who cannot see the flaws.”

“Unh! Give me a break Burny. You are saying my optimism is bad for the world?” Rambo said and floated a smoke ring. Continue reading “You’ve a matchstick?”



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