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RAHUL AND MALAIKA
Rahul was about 30, was handsome, tall, slim and fair with a clean shaven face. Not very far from his house lived dancer Malaika. She was about 27 and was quite good looking. She had shifted from dancing to run a dance school. Rahul had been introduced to Malaika by one of his cousins and he had started moving closely with her. People who knew Rahul and Malaika would say they were sure to get married. Rahul was a chartered accountant and worked for the family firm his father headed. The firm had an important client - a large overseas conglomerate. It had been levied a hefty sum as penalty for ...
Good Bones
"Dad wanted you to come by." "Yeah." "He needs help, Em." "Mine, specifically?" "He won't hire anyone, you know that. It's Mom's house, it's special to him." My brother's eyebrows knit like a sweater when I scoff. "You look thin," I say. "Yoga. Stress. Cigarettes." "So he called you, huh?" "He said you changed your number." "I was tired of that automated voice telling me I was getting a call from the correctional center." "I guess that's fair." "Thanks." "You won't talk to him?" "What would I even say?"Eleven hours later, Hazmatted and masked, we walk up our old front steps, subconsciously ...
A Silent Extinction
The death of the last bumblebee feels like it should be stopping everyone in their tracks. I shut down my phone after reading the breaking news. It feels like radio listeners in their cars should be shocked to the point where accidents are skyrocketing. Like a couple of screams should be audible from apartment windows. My surroundings remains static as ever as the impersonal voice in my headphones repeatedly recount the story of how environmentalist scientists tried their best this last decade to keep the last remaining bees alive in secure lab environments, imitating optimum conditions for th...
Tiny Fires
Deep in the pine forest and over the foothills of the mountains, a log cabin persisted. It appeared quaint beneath the towering trees, but, upon closer inspection, it possessed a weathered dignity. Half a dozen chimneys protruded from the steeply slanted roof, and they held a certain prestige despite their crookedness. The wood walls were dark with lingering moisture from a century of rain and snow, anwww.onedoor.ccd dripping icicles adorned the eaves. It didn’t have electricity or internet service or any of the modern conveniences people rely on, but those things are utterly unnecessary.Oh, dear! I should ...