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No Thanks, I don't want a career.

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"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 Momspresso platform under the title- Papa, I am 25, even I have needs.

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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 easily. A seasoned counselor,  I can anticipate in the first five minutes the story which has got the weary heart to my doorsteps.To read the full story- Click on -The Part-Time Indian on Kitaab International. 

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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. 
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