Over a cup
.addiction ___ Anything can over a cup of coffee. It is more of a hypothetical situation where in people are put in a sort of dilemma of a possibility, which could either be a good one or otherwise. And as mentioned, a hypothetical scenario, because in my 10+ years of continuously drinking coffee, I have never […]
RE Urban Gear
The engine slowly revving up muffled under the slow breeze ruffling through the hair as the tiredness of the day slowly disappearing with each passing moment. The world fading in the silent thoughts of the road ahead and nothing else. “I could do this all day” was the constant expression on the mind. The control […]
New Beginnings
Chapter XXII New Beginnings, or may be not: The Lunch Box Journal ______ It was perhaps the mid of the year, as the keyboard taps echoed in the glassed rooms, there was a sudden silence when a swarm of people brushed passed through the other side of the glass. It was a rare sight to watch, […]
A Christmas Treat
Chapter XXI A Christmas Treat: The Lunch Box Journal ______ Unplanned rains and chilly mornings, but chillier office floors; stars and lights brightening the night: it was the season of joy and sharing. Well, it never snowed in that part of the world, ever. But it still had a significance of its own along with the joy […]
Last Seat
Chapter XX The Last Seat: The Lunch Box Journal ______ It was a cold winter morning, the wind was a little chilly, the sun still resting beyond the horizon waiting for the first light to break the dawn. Aryan woke up with a jolt, startled that he was looked around, and checked the time on his […]
Aftermath
Chapter XIX Aftermath: The Lunch Box Journal ______ Demonetisation took the nation by a storm. It quite literally hit people like a truck full of unused money. It was a Tsunami that no one saw coming and washed everyone’s bank away. Money was floating everywhere, literally, because that was the plan all along- to bring out […]
Clockwork
Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Angry shouts. Alarm. Snooze. Brush. Rush. Coffee. Work. Coffee. Play. Coffee. Angry Shouts. Work. Cycle. Coffee. Cycle. Set alarm. Day after night, week after month, I sat (sometimes laid down and looked at the ceiling) and wondered, wondered about how easy it was to forget, how easy it is to preach, how easy […]
Restricted
Chapter XVIII Restricted: The Lunch Box Journal ______ It all started when the whole gang was already on a trip, the one they had to go to the police station for with a phone call. A friend of Akhil had called him and asked to plan something, something in which their friends’ group could hang out, […]
It’s always right.
Chapter XVII Swipe Right: The Lunch Box Journal ______ Tap. Tap. Tap. The sounds resonated in the confinement of a “too much of AC” confined floor divided into small cubicles for an optimal office look. The busy afternoon transpired into a lazy evening. A phone call here, a loud sigh there; a key swipe here, a […]
The Apartment
The Apartment Chapter III: In the cold of the night Epilogue : In the cold of the night Chapter I : In the Silent of the night Chapter II: You have been served ______ Mike kept his gaze on the envelope and gazed it for a moment to sink in the authenticity of the envelope and the […]