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June 21, 2023The Best or The Rest Marketing121 Brown Drive, Suite 202Atlanta, GA 30303To the desk of The Best or the Rest Marketing,I think you should hire me.This is the 14th such letter I have written in as many weeks, and since Iâve gotten no reply, Iâm trying my hand at bluntness.You should hire me because Iâm quickly approaching the "Best", and once I get there, itâll be within your walls, creating your successes...
Munni woke on the floor of the most pristine bathroom sheâd ever been in. Everything was white or silver or glass, and sheâd never been here before. If one were to wake up on a bathroom floor and not remember why, the most likely answer was alcohol. But Munni had given up drinking last year. 2018 had been a blessing, and one day she just looked at the wine in her fridge and decided that she didnât need it anymore. This f...
* Authorâs note: This is a very casually written story. This is also a mostly true story. * Despite dreading the partyâany partyâI found it was much easier to socialize with strangers when they wore zombie makeup or a bright orange wig or had a plastic ax sticking out of their head. I was exceptionally comfortable that evening because Iâd lazily chosen to be a pig in a blanket. I wore pigsâ ears, pin...
Before we start, Iâd like to clarify that this is not an ad campaign for the Moon. But if someone were to approach me and ask me to tell the good people of Earth what itâs likeâand offer me a sizable amount of cashâthis is definitely what Iâd tell them. Itâs the perfect utopia-like occurrence thatâs usually followed by something tragic. So far, I havenât seen that giant asteroid or deathly plague thatâs supposed to wipe ...
I donât know if she remembers, but it stings me every time that I do. It has been six years. Six years of growing my confidence and finding root in my principles. Still, when I think of my role in that night, that simple act of exclusion, my stomach sinks to the floor, and I feel that Iâve lost the right to live. Wondering if I owe her an apology. Wondering who remembers. Weâre all adults ...
âTodayâs not a good day,â Mom said guardedly when Meena asked if she could have her friend over to the house. Vidhya, Meenaâs older sister, clenched her teeth, knowing that their mother was right. It broke Vidhyaâs heart when Meena didnât catch on right away. âWhy?â Meena whined. âI finished my homework!â âI know, honey,â Momâs voice was tired. âJust...not today, okay?â Vidhya looked at her li...
She was set up for failure. Anyone who looked closely could see it, but most people didnât have their seeing eyes on. (And if they did, she didnât have her hearing ears on). Without looking too closely, Delilah Reddy was evidently a mouse. She disliked the moniker. She rejected it at her boldestâŠwhich, admittedly, was not very often and not very bold. To that end, the moniker stuck to her like gum to your used-to-be favorite left shoe. An eighteen-year-old on the precipice of her college years, Del believed in the myt...
Itâs hot and sticky on the streets of New Orleans. This is nothing new, but normally I would avoid standing in this summer soup for too long. Today is different. Today will be worth every drop of sweat and every proclamation of âDamn, itâs hot!â that will come in the next hours. I can practically taste the victory waiting for me and my friends at the end of this ordeal, and itâs too sweet to flake out on. To endur...
Ansel Walter Sherman, the online piano-lesson phenom, is a hero to many people, but not to me. I, who am closer to him than they are, see through his presentation. They want to be shown a hero. I want to be shown a mentor. We were built on trust, jubilation, companionship, transparency; all of this strengthened by time. Attendees of his master classes feel a kinship with him that is derived from connecting to his ...
Our boss got arrested last night. We were surprised to hear this, because Ms. Chang is such a suit. Grumpy even after her morning coffeeâfetched by whoever is unluckily in her radius when she asksâChang is the kind of boss who keeps her job for her capital and not her charisma. Sheâs always on the straight-and-narrow, so much so that she makes us use a script to sell the Steinways. This begs the questionâŠwhat could Chang...
My mother is a strong proponent of the easy way out, and that is probably why she fully understood how to help me. Still, both of us have always known our journeys were meant to be intertwined. It became even more apparent when she left my dad but kept me and my younger sister. Well, she left him, but heâs the one that had to leave. Heâs three hours away now, and I miss him, but my journey does not. He even left me a magical portalâour secretâthrough which I could visit him in the city, but I never used it. Not until I was twenty-three ye...
Iâm not a dog person. Shoot me.Dogs might be the model for the phrase, âpuppy eyesâ, but what can I say? Iâm strong-willed. After the one time I got an asthmatic cold from letting my friendâs Golden Retriever lie next to me at a sleepover, I can say with absolute certainty that puppy eyes do not work on me. Allergies over empathy.âŠIâm a hypocrite. Shoot me.Thereâs a dog outside my door right now, and I live in the middle of nowhere. Why? Because Iâm not a people person. Spending day after day with people di...
Vivian:Camille and Nihar got divorced yesterday. It wasnât Vivianâs marriage, but it made her feel terribly alone. The thought kept resurfacing that she was right, but thatâs not what this was about. Two of her friends had renounced each other with a vicious stamp on a piece of paper, and now Vivian had to bite her tongue in order to keep her friendship with Camille and with Nihar. And with Avani, and with Luke. With all of them, even though sticking to Camille called to her the ...
Saliâs neighbor is an insomniac. She lounges on her balcony every nightâprovided the sky is clear and the mosquitoes arenât nippingâand she waits. Sleep will come, but sometimes it doesnât, and Saliâs neighbor has the privilege and curse of watching the sun rise. Sali drives in circles all dayâa university bus routeâand her dreams have descended into analogous, sinister loops, so now Sali is frightened to sleep. She fears sheâll wake up mad, one morning. She lives alone, but youâre never really alone when thereâs a human being on the othe...
I like to write optimism into my narratives, but sometimes I'll flex my inner cynic. I guess you won't know what to expect. (IG: @anisha_reads )
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