#Afictionalstory “Let me first talk to her, my friend Lydia. And Alfred, I will sit next to you,” we part ways as I get in. She moves over to share pleasantries with an old acquaintance. A silent walk through an aisle to find a chair, oh sorry, two. I gently move to the front. “Excuse…

#Afictionalstory “If everything is well, think of a home,” she states with ease while we watch one of her favourites: a talk show that has been running for five years. How can one watch and not watch at the same time? I look at the screen with little consciousness. “I am still trying…” moving to…

#Afictionalstory “Unit sixty needs a new look: the interior and the exterior need a new touch.” He concludes with a polite command. His command always comes with a polite tone. Never been a subordinate, you might think an extra day would not hurt: his instruction is a thing that should be taken in. I have…

Remember school days and how we would play like there was no tomorrow? Now the castles we made are the price we must pay or flounder in oceans of … I’ll not tread lightly

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Afictionalstory “It just occurred to me that I have a child. I will be here for another hour and then leave,” she utters while calmly sitting with a Chiquitita. “It’s been three hours of talking. I need to get home.” She has never been good with posture Leaning, on a restaurant couch, crossing her legs,…

#fictionalstory “I am waiting for that report… was supposed to be issued two days back,” I speak with a friendly tone yet subtly authoritative. “It will get heated in here,” I jokingly assert. He usually hands in the file on time. I am perplexed. We need a plain-spoken word to solve the issue because I…

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#afictional story His world is just the sand, something I don’t have right now. He is creating all kinds of shapes: deformed and slightly proper. How adorable! The little one is trying to make all kinds of creations whose names he can’t mention. “Uncle Dad look just made a trani,” his voice was playful. He…

#fictionalstory “Seems like everything is ok. The discrepancy comes in because of the time factor,” The gentleman says as we talk. Can you imagine I came up with the idea but couldn’t feel my knees? My nerves tend to betray me: something I have to stash. He delegated and was shocked. Lately, he has been…