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The Concrete Jungle

The sultry heat on a midsummer afternoon is a depiction of sun god’s prowess on the petty human souls and the barren land that is being baked by his glowing furnace. I stood along the payment of the construction site, analyzing the changing dynamics of realty (that’s my profession). I dreaded this visit. The minute I stepped out of the cozy confines of my air-conditioned car, I was profusely sweating. In a minute I was soaked in a deluge of body fluids that ceaselessly flowed from every...

The Government Job

It’s a cold winter morning and the dense fog shrouds the atmosphere creating little visibility, as the lone pedestrian makes a hurried walk down the alley. The spine chilling wind has kept the morning joggers from venturing outside. Our old little lady, Nagamma, makes her way through the sidewalks of the dusty street. The heavy winds that brought along dunes of dust have dirtied an otherwise well-tarred road. The bright red flowers of the gulmohar tree lay freely scattered on the dusty...

The Railway Girl

The train rolled away from the station, leaving behind a bustling life of vendors and waving relatives biding adieu to their dear one’s. As the train picked speed, a sense of having left behind a distinct lifestyle slowly descended on me. Each railway station in India has a distinct culture and mannerism. The dialect, attire, the services, it’s people are all unique and different in their own way. A journey through the country is a lesson on the rich cultural diversity of an unexplored...

The traffic stopper

It’s 11 am on a Monday morning and Residency road is bustling with traffic. As I stand along the footpath, I find a “ lost world “, heading to their respective destinations. It is a world where none have the time or disposition to care for another soul. Around me I find a whole  world of characters that I probably would not remember the next moment. "Move On", - that’s the call of the day!  Amidst all this chaos, the traffic comes to a screeching halt.  Ahead of me is a packed BMTC...

Soaring Heights

Hanging in thin air …on a piece of log…. fighting for  survival! I am seated on the 15th floor of my office building when I hear a thud against my windowpane. Busy completing a report, little do I care to turn around when Iam taken aback by the sound of a crash. There are bloodstains splashed against the window, leaving behind a blot on the crystal clear glass. It seems like a soaring vulture has hit the windowpane when I find a skeletal body hanging in thin air. Here is a thin and frail...

Red, Yellow and Green

60 seconds…60 seconds to earn a living! As the signal turns red at the Mayo Hall junction, a little girl all of 5 years steps on to the street. She looks dusty, rugged and certainly hasn’t had a bath since ages. In her hand is a piece of rusted iron ring, which looks like the remains of a building that has seized to exist. Deftly she drops this little ring through her skinny self. Her hand retards like a spring in action to let the ring through. 5 seconds later, she’s on to her second...