He paused before the hair-styling salon. A hubbub of inviting sounds spilled through the swinging doors — people…
“Get me a glass of water, you useless idiot.”, Raj ordered Meera.
I entered the stadium behind her, watching her self-consciously adjust her hair as she searched for our seats. A woman’s hair was like…
(Husband and wife walking home after brunch. Afternoon.)
(a fiction)
With a thick index finger he slid his glasses to the tip of his nose and peered over the frames…
A short story about judgment, imperfection and disposable love.
“Mr. Jackson, here is the lime soda that you specially requested”, said the air-hostess smiling. ‘Jackson Hardly’ was sweating…