How do you harvest imagination in a field of concrete & glass? You let it all burn down to ashes first.
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me, You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this. It was a fitting end in every way possible.
A peaceful opening to the atypical Indian male – Please listen.
The challenge was to write a 140-word story about Twitter on a timer. I call this a twory and it was written in 14 minutes. It’s about Equal Sins.
A short story about winning (or not). Completely fictional characters but based on my own experiences on the campus festival circuit when I was younger.
Since I quit my job a little over six months ago, the one question I keep getting asked is, So what are you doing these days? Interesting isn’t it, how one’s career defines one’s life? At one point of time I used to resent the fact that my I was…