She Who Cuts Off Her Nose

The first letter arrived in a pink envelope. There was no return address. Ritika opened it neatly with her nail file:

Dear Madam,

Please accept my humble, respectable greetings. However I am not in position to say you who I am. Continue reading She Who Cuts Off Her Nose

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Madwoman’s Rampage

It was a still and balmy evening. The stars were out, the lamps were lit, and the barbecue was roasting. Soon the drinks were laid out on a tray, and sniffing good times in the air, a woman emerged to investigate. Large of build, lugubrious of bent, she drew a seat and then she cast her lascivious eye around. Her hair shone, her teeth gleamed, and her expensive red dress revealed her. Continue reading Madwoman’s Rampage

Brownie the Devil Cat

“Oh you are vile, vile, vile, disgusting. Stop staring at me you mangy, malevolent little beast,” screamed Dr Veena Sharma, assistant professor of English at a government college. Her 17-year-old daughter, alarmed, ran into the kitchen and put a steadying arm around her mother’s shoulders. “Mummy, he’s just a poor, hungry little cat.” Veena shrugged Manju’s arm off and spat: “Just look at his eyes, that evil, basilisk gaze. Oh he’s a rat in disguise and the disguise isn’t WORKING. Vile, vile.” Continue reading Brownie the Devil Cat

Money Plants

There was something odd, very odd, about Mr. R.K. Bansal, deputy editor. I knew it as soon as I joined Realty Realities magazine as the editor-in-chief. You should know that the publication has been around for several years, but its readership has so far been limited to mall developers and property dealers. I was hired to revamp the magazine and to make it palatable to the general house-buying population as well. A task I knew I’d accomplish better than anyone else could. Continue reading Money Plants