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One afternoon when I returned from shopping with my sister, I found an envelope in our letterbox: a call letter from a petrofil company near Baroda, Gujarat, India. My sister was not very enthusiastic. From Calcutta, Baroda was about 2000 km away. We had no relatives or friends to help me there, but it did not deter me from travelling to such a complete unfamiliar destination. The company offered a second-class to-and-fro fare, which prompted me to try my luck. Although I told my sister that I was excited to see new places, I was a bi...
Weekly Contest #87
I knew there was something wrong with my vision. My eyes hurt the moment I took a book for reading. Surprisingly, even the plain looking Urmila, our next door girl, looked stunning. I, therefore, decided to see an eye specialist and asked my elder brother where I could find an ophthalmologist. It was perhaps due to working twenty-four hours a day writing and rewriting a screenplay I was commissioned to write for a movie, thereby pushing my blood pressure up on most days, and minimum rest for my eyes at night. In the hectic schedule of my wo...
Weekly Contest #81
“I wish to meet Mr. Pradip Sengupta,” the girl told the security man at the gate. “Who?” the security man asked rather rudely. Perhaps he was annoyed to see a young girl at the factory gate early in the morning distracting his men’s attention at a time when workers were queuing at the punching area for going out after the night shift. “Mr Pradip Sengupta, Chemical engineer,” the girl repeated slowly, stressing each syllable. “Sorry, no such person is working here!” The security man did not think twice to answer her. The girl appeared unc...
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