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No Thanks, I don't want a career.

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...because there are different tracks in life  ...because not everyone wants to be part of the race "That’s how I feel. Not sure of the implementation part. In all possibility, I would chicken out. After all, I am ‘THE IZZAT-The honor of the family. Is this for real in the year 2020? Huh! As real as the virus. " To read the full article, please click on No Thanks, I don't want a career . This article has featured on the Momspresso platform under the title- Papa, I am 25, even I have needs. Image courtesy-Pixabay

The Part-Time Indian

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She stares idly into the distance, an empty ceramic tumbler in front of her. “The beach there is different…in my country.” She says, lost in the reverie of the waves.  Did she say bitch to me? No, No, it’s the beach, the beach of Mexico. I remind myself of the Mexican Spanish accent. People’s vowels and consonants, my own diction, is my Achilles heel even after years of mac and cheese.  Why would she call her life coach a bitch? Calming my heart, I try to concentrate. Usually, I am the focussed type; I can come to the point quickly. As a seasoned counselor,  I can anticipate the story which has got the weary heart to my doorsteps in the first five minutes. To read the full story- Click on - The Part-Time Indian  on Kitaab International.  Image courtesy-Pixabay. 

Covidiary- I feel lonely with the Virus

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Literature, on its own, I wonder, can change anything? The qwerty key could be mightier than the virus( isn’t that the most potent weapon available) but words alone don’t bring change. People do. Hence I write. Though, as I write, the word ‘change’ rushes adrenaline into my system so fast that I am ready to vomit. Click on the link  I feel lonely with the Virus  to read the full story on Medium.  Image credit-Pixabay