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Timeless Love- Volume II

TheBoy“Don’t go there Shaunak”, shouted Jhimli to her son. Shunak was going inside the new toy store- Hamley’s. Jhimli had already bought a couple of toys few days ago, not from Hamley’s, but nevertheless she bought him toys. Neil, her husband was browsing through few shirts from the nearby store.

Jhimli took her son’s hand and stood at the railing from where they could see all floors and stores.

“Ma, I am bored. Can I please go inside? I promise I will not touch anything”

“No Shaunak!” Continue reading “Timeless Love- Volume II”

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Timeless love

Love“So what would it be like to be married?” my friend had asked me decades ago as we sat in our classroom, waiting for our Economics professor.

I am not sure who said this but I truly believe – Youth is wasted on the young. Little did we know that our universe will be filled with smaller worlds and stars which will change our course of life which we so strive to plan every day. Continue reading “Timeless love”

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Proxy

 

ProxyAs I sat on the couch, I started typing a mail to my client. I thought of working at a coffee shop instead of spending time in my sterile office.  While couple of college kids walked by me, I concentrated on my email. Emails are a very important piece of communication today. Email decides who will have the last word. Email is the seal of your achievement in any office if written to the right people with the right prose.  An email CCed (carbon copied) to your bosses can make or break your appraisals.
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Discretion Part 2

I sat down on my bed and looked at the watch. I knew his flight had already landed. I knew he must be getting ready. I looked at myself in the mirror for good five minutes, trying to understand if I had changed.

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Paul Keaton from Google Images

While my appearance did change I was unable to figure if I was the same person.

I had asked him to meet me near the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square. Anyone could find it easily in New York. I stood there patiently waiting. I could hear somewhere someone playing a saxophone. Through the swarm of crowds, I could not figure out who it is was or where the music was playing. That is what I love about New York, beneath the energy of the city, the city can terse time into smaller pieces of melody. Continue reading “Discretion Part 2”