Misfired!

A photographer’s index finger is always a source of nervous energy, especially when shooting a story in motion. “OK – framed it! No, a little more toppish. Too much happening on the left – pan it a little. OK, now do I wait? How long? Is this the one? Now? No, wait – subject’s turned …

The Subversive Samosa

As I completed my check-in formalities, depositing my overnighter containing some meagre paraphernalia into the belly of the luggage hold, my stomach reminded me once again that I'd overlooked my solemn duty to feed it its due lunch. With meetings stretching unendingly and then the rush for a flight to catch, it was well past …

The General Manager

He slid back the stiff cuff of his white shirt to glance at the watch on his wrist, the prized watch which he had received upon completion of 25 years of meritorious service. The solid glistening hands of gold set against a dull silver dial reported the time as well past midnight. It was a …

Devastated

The steps of the ghats were cold from the winter chill, even more than the nip in the air. But he was numb to either bite, sitting there eyes focussed into infinity. Within his gaze were the leaping flames of the funeral pyre, burning brightly, the blaze slowly growing into a firestorm in his mind, …

Oh, Deer!

Thwack! Thump! Smack! Scrape! Rub! Dewdrops, the baby spotted deer, had never heard such sounds before and it made his tiny tail twitch! Nothing could have actually interrupted him while he was busy nibbling at the fresh, lush, juicy, green moss which had begun to grow after these first few showers around his favourite playground …