Tuesday: Brown

Walking to work from the bus stop was the one thing Diana hated to do, especially if it involved light showers and morning chills. She needed to cut down costs so as to make her finances work for her till pay day. This August had been the worst month because she had moved houses and … More Tuesday: Brown

On Work

Work is love made visible, and if you cannot work with love but only with distaste; It is better that you should leave  your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake bitter bread that feeds … More On Work

For a while now

The art of spinning a tale has eluded me for a while now. Like smoke off a cigarette butt, it is caressed by the wind and vanishes unaware of my sorrows.  I thought about it at 4am sitting on the cold cement floor in my bedroom, one leg stretched out to accept the cold and … More For a while now

10/40

The Boss called me on Sunday at 2:00 P.M. I had just finished mopping the house and my knees had become noodles. His response to Jeremy’s idea for a collaboration was ‘just do what needs to be done to make us look good.’ I set the phone on the brown leather chair Dad had bought … More 10/40

8/40

Jeremy was seated by the window. His eyes faced the window overlooking the road. His back was to the coffee house. If he moved an inch to his left he would spot me ascending the stairs wiping the sweat off my brows. He was in the same washed out jeans with a white T-shirt. He … More 8/40