Category: Writing

Beyond Borders

With moist and dismayed eyes, a foreign worker, in clothes mildly smeared with grease and paint, stood first in the queue, pusillanimously lost in thought. He looked like a Bangladeshi, Anu thought. Just behind the Bangladeshi, a middle aged rotund Chinese man was leaning on...

What’s cooking?

  You know what’s the hardest job on the planet? No, not a banker. Teacher? It’s easier. The hardest job on the planet is to be a food critic, with a capital F and a capital C. But it’s always easy to assist one. That...

Shoot To See What Cracks

Yes, I was a small town girl; Caught inside the claws of board exams My eyes; They were only allowed to see text books My brains; Should only take the content from study material Coz life would slip away in 0.001 marks, Told all analog...

Saturday

Hey, why don’t you take this battle?” I heard them offer. And at that, I scoffed. The nerve! This wasn’t even their battle to start with. I’ll give you a battle, I thought, rolling up my sleeves To fight two 13-year-olds. I entered the room...

The Dhaba

“One extra-spicy Schezwan fried rice” someone shouted from behind me. I had heard it perfectly yet my over-specific manager ran up to me and shouted the order again. It had been three days since I’d started working at this roadside restaurant, six days since my...

When She Said her Passion is Dead

“What’s your passion? What do you want to achieve?” I asked her. “My passion is dead. It’s buried” she replied with eyes full of tears. “I’m a girl from a conservative family. I’ve been trying to pursue my passion right from standard 8. I love...