Appy Stories

 Splashing some water on her haggard face, she raised herself to admire the rising sun. The ochre rays worked tirelessly to dispel the burgandi, orange hue. Emerging from the brine waters, it never reflected the saltiness. Slowly the sun will scale to the heights and conquer its position in the vast expanse of sky, overpowering the last night's defeat. Maybe, purposefully every night the Sun God lets his sisters twinkle and shine in their own glory. The defeat is meaningful as he paves way for all his kinship to wallow in victory. How worthy is the win if you have none to celebrate with?  "Shaloooo.... " Bapu's call was louder than his speeding figure emerging towards Shalini from among the swaying corns about to harvest. The field looked every bit of gold mine decked up by the early rays.  "Shaloo... Your tickets for Chandigarh have arrived!" He spoke between gasping and panting heavily. Age had started showing its homecoming in his stamina but spirits were...

 The glass is broken to pieces. Terrified by my encounter, she rushes as if her rear was on fire. "HELP! There he is! Sumit please wake up fast!" Divya's cries are falling on deaf ears and are drowned in boisterous snoring. My prying eyes look at the terror in her eyes. How pretty she is, only if she doesn't threaten me with that killer weapon! Slowly, gradually, inch by inch I creep towards her. The beads of perspiration on her forehead, freeze on seeing me make the first move. "SUMMMMIIIIT!!!" She escapes out of my territory with quivering shrills. There is again eternal darkness.  "I tell you Sumit, if you don't call the pest control today, I'm off to my mom's place." Divya is threatening Sumit with dire consequences but my darling why are you banging the pots and pans. Not letting me catch a wink!  "Yes sweetie, I have called the agency but they say there is not enough labour." Sumit is my real sweetheart. How he keeps sta...

 HUD HUD DABBHANG, DABBHANG...  The phone seeked attention boisterously. 'Man is known by the company he keeps' was a thing of past. Today, the ringtone told or more of confirmed what kind of personality Hemant was. Who better than Disha could tell a better story?  "Hello, yes? No, not today. Sir is flying to Singapore today by the 7pm flight with Samir Sir. Cancel his 6pm appointment." Disha directed the manager in being his boss's better pet. After all, she was best of all the domesticated keeps. Nodding and agreeing in unison to Hemant's idiosyncrasies. Not to mention, answering his calls and an ever ringing phone.  "Manju, is the upma ready? Keep a slice of lemon in the corner and not on the heap. Mind you it should be cut in a quarter and not half also deseeded." Manju was habituated to this heap was instructions from her mistress every morning yet everytime they were hurled at her she found herself immersed in them totally unable to keep afloat...