‘Turn left,’ she said.
He ignored her and went straight ahead.
‘No prooooblem. Take the left after the next signal,’ she said again. ‘Sam. I lived here. I know the route to the theater. Why don’t you listen?’
‘Nah.. this is the right road. We will get there on time,’ he said and revved up the car engine.
‘Here. Put this App on, it will tell you the directions if you don’t want to listen to me. I don’t want to get lost or miss the movie.’
‘We are not lost. And I hate that lady telling me ‘turn left’ ‘turn right’, she doesn’t even say please. Feminists,’ he shook his head.
She sat resigned and observed Sam from the corner of her eye.
This was the fourth time in as many weeks that he did this. And they always missed the movie. Next time, she will drive. She decided.
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As a working from home mother (a.k.a a working housewife for the womenfolk), sometimes, I tend to get too cut off from the rest of the world. I spend hours working on the laptop just getting up for survival activities like eating, bathing, etc. And the only company I have got are the children who keep coming in and going out of the house as per their school, tuition, play schedules. Isolation hits you like a brick.
So, it was a good change when I had to trek in the 4 hour to and fro commute to my office. And the four hours is on a good day. Let me tell you, when one gets into a Mumbai local, you are entering a different city or country with its own rules and laws. It is the big serpent that dashes through the city throughout the day, north to south, south to north.
I start my journey from the extreme north of the city to the south and then, when the twains meet, I change to a train to take me to the north again. Someone finally thought of changing the north to south pattern and added some horizontal lines with a metro or subway or tube or whatever which finally made the twains meet at a more practical location. Continue reading
Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in. Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon. She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked. She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds. Roger came closer and hugged her tight.
“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses. Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.
He grabbed her throat. She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.
“Missed you too.”
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Name: Stand Strong, Author: Shubha Vilas
Genre: Mythology / Spiritual
Publisher: Jaico Books, 2017
Number of pages: 326
The book ‘Stand Strong’ is Book 4 of The Game of Life Series written by Shubha Vilas. I had read the previous books and loved it. And so was looking forward to read this. The book is based on the Ramayana which is one of the ‘itihaasas’ for Hindus to understand the way of living. Ramayana shows its character Ram as ‘Maryaada Purushottam’ that is the ideal man. As the story is familiar, I will not analyse further. But, it is a great story. It is simple as compared to the Mahabharat with its multitudes of characters, yet has deep impact.
The story starts where book 3 has ended with the appearance of Vanaras or monkeys. In this book, Hanuman finds Ram and Lakshman in the forests searching for Sita who has been abducted by Ravana. Hanuman is currently serving Sugriva who is the Sun God’s son. Well, the book tells us the convoluted way in which the Sun God got Hanuman to serve Sugriva. As Guru dakshina, the Sun God asked Hanuman to serve and protect his son Sugriva from his brother Vali, till he meets Ram. Sugriva is hiding from his brother Vali in the Rishikesh mountain where Vali is not allowed to set foot due to a curse. Well, the curse came about because… but that is another story. Continue reading