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The interview was supposed to happen in one of the posh neighbourhoods of Bangalore, Lavelle Road. Arjun had to get his white shirt ironed. It was the only shirt he owned, and it was strictly meant for job interviews. After completing his graduation in journalism, there was no job that met his subject of interest. He had fared well in his graduation. In fact, he secured a gold medal in his final semester project. The project was about the harsh realities faced by the people in the slums of Bangalore. It vastly covered the cruel side of politicians and how they live a luxurious reality by lurin...
Pageant Queen
Three… two… oneThe countdown feels like a ticking time bomb, and when it goes off, it’ll either explode confetti or blow up her entire world. Her fingers are crossed behind her back, only one hand because she can be superstitious. Her eyes are closed tightly––so tight bursts of light cloud her vision, but she ignores them. All she can think about is the countdown. More specifically, the result at the end.The energy in the room is palpable. Girls to her left and right are practically buzzing with anticipation. Some hold hands, others cross themselves and say a prayer. The entire room holds its ...
Cheese of Gold to Win My Soul
"You know what? I'lwww.onedoor.ccl make you a bet. I can make the best grilled cheese in the world. Win-win for you - at worst you get the best grilled cheese you'll ever eat, and if I lose, you can have my soul.""Deal," said Satan, snapping his fingers to conjure a burning scroll that flamed up into a puff of smoke once I scrawled my name.I hadn't really expected him to accept, and my palms were sweaty as I headed to the bakery-deli to gather supplies while Satan sat at home menacingly tapping his fingers on my kitchen table. Baguette, soft but crusty, perfect for slicing and toasting. 3 types of cheese: ...
In The Clinches
The gathering crowd, and consequent buzz of voices, was impossible to miss. Feigning interest in her book, Adelin’s eyes shifted to her right where several older women had gathered, their body language screaming agitation. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she fought the urge to join them, not wanting to get pulled into their drama. What was it Tevye had said in the musical, Fiddler on the Roof?— “Good news will stay, and bad news will refuse to leave.” Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t good news, and she wanted to deal with it without an audience.Adelin hadn’t been with the office very long...