The etiquette training that her mother had been so obsessive about in her early years was definitely working overtime as she managed to clamp down on her instinctive urge to shout something particularly rude as she surreptitiously sneakedbehind the ornate fluttering curtains in the back and deliberately swore after making sure that no one was within earshot. “Bloody Mr. Perfect!” Anger and frustration weaved inside her grating at her nerves and making her feel suffocated at the familiar cream walls and arched hallways that were now adorned with yellow curtains and vivid flower ensembles. It was just like a fairy tale palace. Yet every time she heard someone gushing over it, there was this vehement urge to push them off the second-floor balcony. It was all yellow and it caused her a headache. They were the Perfect Pair, people called them. From the local gossip to the social gatherings; all…
Ethelbert G. Sandiford was the happiest man alive. The second son of Tantie Lucy Ethelbert had just come out of the managing director’s office…
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(1) The strangest thing about this strange journey is that it began with a word. A word that’s got stuck on the top left…
June’s absence itched my eardrums, more than the shrill, piercing cacophony of the traffic underneath the flyover. It created a halo of silence around…
It was so confusing: to call him deuta or sir. “In school, call him sir, if you don’t like calling him deuta,” my elder…
Today happens to be another second Saturday, so in accordance with local laws, the Rosebud Public School is closed and devoid of any activity…
“ Get up soon Rohan”, out cried an already late Mr. Tyagi, who finds waking up his fourteen years, three months and nine days…
My son and I were lazily basking in the sun one Sunday forenoon. I was not feeling quite well after an episode of IBS…
