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Submitted to Contest #231
Sumathi was a neighborhood tailor. The kind you would find virtually in every street corner in India. Not the fancy boutique variety, but someone who would stitch your sari falls, alter your kurtis, hem the edges of your dupattas, stitch an emergency blouse or two – kind of tailor. It would be an understatement to say that life had not been kind to her. She had an alcoholic husband and three children in quick succession. However, the husband was a tailor and he did give her money to run their home. He was also the one who taught her tailorin...
Submitted to Contest #33
Father is at his worst on haircut days. Something about going to a salon triggers the beast in him. He believes that hairdressers are a necessary evil. This despite the fact that he needs to have his haircut every fortnight.Yes. You heard me right. He has to get a haircut every two weeks.And we dread those weekends. We pray that he would get bald soon so that we can skip that ordeal. But no such luck. Nature has ordained him with a lush growth of deep black hair that refuses to turn grey. He turns 65 tomorrow and will have to officially reti...
Submitted to Contest #32
“Sometimes I feel like you are the only friend I have.” She told me, looking me straight in the eye. “When I talk to others, I feel like they are judging me. I can smell their feelings for me.” She whisperedI sat up, suddenly interested. That was a new one. She had never told me about this smell thing. “What do you mean ‘smell their feelings’.” I asked encouragingly“I was speaking to Judy today and I could smell her dislike for me. It reeked of sour yogurt.” She said nodding her head and squishing up her nose as she recalled the smell. “What...
Submitted to Contest #31
“I won! I won! I won!”This happy chant was playing inside her head as she grinned from ear to ear. Her mind was practically doing cartwheels. As she shook hands with what felt like a million people, she had to control the urge to break into happy jig.O.M.G. She had won!Her idea had been voted as the most innovative from over a 1000 entries across all their offices. She had just been announced the as the winner of their inter-office #nextgentech contest. And she was getting a cash reward of 1500 US$! Of course she would be given the equivalen...
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