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Superhero? – SPF 215

I’m perched atop a 40-storey building, taking in the breathtaking vistas the world underneath offered. The chaos has always fascinated me. Everyone thinks that they are moving in an organized manner, following rules, being disciplined, but from my vantage point up here I can spot the complete disarray they are in. That sums up their… Continue reading Superhero? – SPF 215

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Made for…

The luxury liner cruised serenely on the crystal blue waters of the Mediterranean. The deck was filled with an eclectic mix of people enjoying their holidays and reveling in their wealth. ‘Ah! This is the life, isn’t it?’ Sumeet scooped a mouthful of $200 caviar and washed it with a large swig of $1000 Krug… Continue reading Made for…

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Made in China – SPF

“Ain’t it a beaut?” Major-General Shaw gushed over the brand new Majesty Main Battle Tank. “Yes, Sir, The Majesty is supposed to be much better than the useless Leopard or the Black Panther,” Brigadier Tomkins was ready to say anything to curry favor with his boss. “How does it compare with the Challenger, Tomkins?” “There… Continue reading Made in China – SPF

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Dance – Sunday Photo Fiction

“Well?” Daksh was brought out of his trance by the honey-soaked voice that came floating through. He looked at his visitor. She was drop-dead gorgeous in a red A-line dress that complemented her pale complexion.  His olfactory senses kicked into overdrive by her scent – an intoxicating mixture of perfume and her. “Well?” She purred… Continue reading Dance – Sunday Photo Fiction

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Paranoid – Sunday Photo Fiction

A van came screeching to a halt on the street near the dilapidated building. Twelve men wearing heavy duty gear got down and fanned efficiently into the building. One kept a sign warning that the sidewalk was closed, another grabbed a coil of wire and few started unloading boxes marked 'Danger - Explosives'. The vagabond,… Continue reading Paranoid – Sunday Photo Fiction

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A Different World

‘That would be £14 each, thank you’, the bored quinquagenarian at the ticket counter droned. She tutted with annoyance at the £20 note shoved towards her. ‘You need to give me eight more. That’s twenty-eight Pounds, dear. Oh dear me, what is this?’ She cried with exasperation at the crisp £50 note that was pushed… Continue reading A Different World

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What Goes Around… Sunday Photo Fiction – July 23

“Arjun, I’m scared”, Devaki cast an uncertain glance at the gigantic structure looming before them. Despite the summer in London, she pulled her jacket closer to her. From where she came from, 20°C did not equate to summer temperatures. “Amma*, don’t worry about it. The London Eye is perfectly safe. More than 60 Million people… Continue reading What Goes Around… Sunday Photo Fiction – July 23

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Faith – Sunday Photo Fiction July 16

“Matthew 16:18”, the stranger murmured. The real-estate agent scratched his head. He didn’t understand this stranger clad in shoddy clothes and sporting a scraggly beard. He wondered if he had made the right decision in coming out with this apparent lunatic without any backup. “What are you muttering, man ? Are you interested in this… Continue reading Faith – Sunday Photo Fiction July 16

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BREXIT – #Sunday Photo Fiction, July 9 2017

Photo courtesy -  A Mixed Bag “Did you know, this pub was established in 1365?” Stu Hall, our wonderful host, and De-facto guide announced. Nafisa and I nodded mutely, still dumbstruck by the magnificence of the Dover Castle. Stu had walked ahead to the entrance of the quaint little pub really close to the castle.… Continue reading BREXIT – #Sunday Photo Fiction, July 9 2017

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The Masterpiece – #Sunday Photo Fiction July 2, 2017

Miguel emerged from the confines of his small, dank hut. He was sweating profusely. His red eyes and the dark circles around them were in clear contrast to the sliver of smile that was plastered on his face. José Luis, who was tinkering with their rundown old Ford SUV, looked up at Miguel with a… Continue reading The Masterpiece – #Sunday Photo Fiction July 2, 2017