On the edges of the street a stream of people walked and flowed through. Some were busy buying their wares from the open wooden stalls that surrounded the street, while some stalls were in the process of being opened for the morning trade. The middle of the stone cobbled street was cramped with rickshaw carts, their drivers and their passengers. The carts seemed to move only an inch every minute...
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The Coin that Fell
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8:34 AM
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Three coins lay in the palm of her right hand. Her left hand fingers counted the coins making sure she had collected the correct amount of change. Her feet were taking her across the road. Beside was her friend. Her index finger separated the coins, flipping them over and checking if they were a one rupee coin or two. Two years ago, counting coins were easy, now, the government produced one rupee...
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Whore
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9:18 AM
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Bat... head... smash
Bat... head... smash
Bat... head... smash
He heaved the bat above his head, and he swung down with his might.
Smash
More blood splattered on his face and across his body.
His hands did not relent. The thoughts in his head did not relent. They, his two hands and the bat, were like a moment frozen in time repeating itself, the bat went up and came swing down.
Smash
No...
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Gone Wrong
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9:00 AM
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He clutched the Glock in his hand. He heard the thundering of the machine guns behind him. He felt the vibrations and shock that spread out through the concrete wall that was behind him as bullets impacted it. He had only a magazine left. He wanted to cry. He did not want to die. He pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. Maybe it was better to get killed by your own bullet. He thought of his...
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
The Professor who Begs
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8:25 AM
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He was dressed in a formal shirt which was tucked inside his pants. A bag was strapped on his shoulders, hanging against his back. In his arms he held a plastic box and a folder stuffed with sheets of paper. He stood on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. The crowd jostled and pushed him from the side, but he ignored them. He focused on what he had to do.
The train slowly arrived on the...
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