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Author: SJ

It’s my sunset!

It’s my sunset!

“A beautiful evening, however inappropriate it may seem to be!” I looked out the glass window where the ocean was just few feet away from where we sat. The clear azure sky, the noisy waves, the candlelight at our table and the live jazz at the restaurant, I wasn’t sure how Ajith felt, but it was a heady cocktail for my senses. “We should have headed to the brewery which was closer to the hostel. You did mention that they…

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Breeze fingers my hair!

Breeze fingers my hair!

“Shall we cross over to Rotten Row?” he asked Kate. “Hmmm?” She had her face tipped up to the sun and was basking in its warmth. And for one extremely disconcerting moment, Anthony felt a sharp stab of…something. He cleared his throat, hoping it would clear his head. Instead, he simply got an intoxicating whiff of her scent, an odd combination of exotic lilies and sensible soap. She let out a little sigh, and a look of longing crossed her…

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Mise en place!

Mise en place!

Neatly lined hardcover books with titles from international publications on food, culture and business looked down at me, ready to launch their missiles, and I was prepared to bolt out at the first chance I got. The walls too were closing in on me, but none of this had any effect on the lady sitting next to me nor on my Vice President. Their element of confidence was at ease in the sterile setting of contemporary lounge chairs and the…

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When Cleopatra was my Uber driver!

When Cleopatra was my Uber driver!

With seven minutes and two more streets to cross, the toy car slowly approached the traffic signal at the intersection of Topanga Canyon and Erwin on my mobile. The threatening milestones at work were gloomier than the overcast sky today morning and I couldn’t wait for my Uber ride to arrive sooner. The laptop bag was weighing a ton on my shoulder, and I was hoping the days when my folks would provide me a Mac were just around the…

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Silent tears

Silent tears

Cltkty, cltkty, cltkty, Maria dropped the coins till the lights glowed 00.00 and the machine started whirring, with water trickling from the sides and foaming the soap. Engulfed in the overpowering smell from the detergents and fabric softeners, the wall mounted TVs blaring sports and news in English and Mexican, and the sight of long rows of washers and dryers, she settled on one of the metal row chairs for another three hours of waiting, waiting for the inevitable to…

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Lessons of the past

Lessons of the past

This wasn’t happening! I was an hour early for the event, but the line to the entrance was depressingly long? It’s funny how accommodating we are with our requests for divine intervention and thankfully it happened to be my day! I was in before the event filled to capacity. The Last Book Store at downtown Los Angeles, is much more than a hotspot for Instagram shots with its creative mélange of art, décor and lighting. Something about the vibes there,…

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No scales here..

No scales here..

“Mom, I look beautiful, don’t I?!” I looked at myself in the full length mirror and smiled. Every bride ought to think so on her wedding day. My eyes skimmed my bare shoulder, “I hope you’d approve of my changes to your gown. The jewel neckline was too tight for me, so I made it one-shouldered. You like the pearls and sequins?! Aunt said that the embellishments were so me”, I had taken great care not to alter much my…

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Estranged

Estranged

“If I had the wisdom then, that I have today, I would have convinced dad that you had the right to be the master of your life, … It took a daughter to explain to me, what a sister must have gone through.” http://www.womensweb.in/2017/01/estranged-not-long-shortstory   Anirudh I am living this minute twice. 5.30 AM at Melbourne, I was at the gym, trying to wade off the dread, and now 5.30 am again at Mumbai. I wish it was possible to…

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Taking the bull by the horns

Taking the bull by the horns

January 19th was an ethereal night at the Marina Beach. The lights had been turned off, as the government wasn’t inclined to support the movement. No sooner did darkness engulf one of the longest beaches in the world, a million tiny lights started glowing. The milling crowd had brought the stars down, with candles and mobile torches. They didn’t want to take the bull by the horns, they wanted to embrace its hump. They wanted to save jallikattu. Jallikattu is…

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Chaos to Creativity

Chaos to Creativity

Excerpt from Jan 7th, White House weekly address, President Obama’s note – “When ordinary people get involved, get engaged and come together in collective effort, things change for the better. That’s the belief at the heart of the precious American experiment in self-government. This is what gives work and purpose to each new generation.” It was a coincidence that I had witnessed a community service event today, living up to the above statement, at the Los Angeles Regional Food Bank….

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