Seize or Cease Control?

“Take charge, he told me and so I did, and things went for a toss in the project,” Swami mused and took charge of the muffin while sipping his coffee the other day. “Who told you?” Jigneshbhai asked. “Who else but Raichand?” Swami replied with a faint smile. “So what happened?” I enquired. Well, that … Read more

Amar, Amartya and Amrita: Short Story

After two decades as a teacher, Professor Amar knew that the first class after lunch was always a problem. Students never attended it. But of late, he had seen attendance dwindling even for his 10.30 AM class. He reached the logical conclusion that the timing was not the only problem. He sometimes wondered – was … Read more

Swamy: Short Story

I sometimes wonder if people are crazy or from some other planet. But I am not complaining. Why should I? Not at all. After all, what more would a simple man like me want? All that I do nowadays is to sit in my farm, cook my food and eat it with my near and … Read more

Take Off: Short Story

The new flight attendant smiled at each passenger. She said good morning to every one of them as they entered the plane, one by one. It was a laboured smile, but no one noticed. Some neglected it, some smiled back. Everyone passed her by and walked toward their seat. Their eyes searched for it watching … Read more

Saying No or Yes

“Projects keep coming up and I can’t just make out which ones to take up and which ones to give up,” Swami was exasperated the other day while munching into his muffin. Jigneshbhai sipped his coffee in peace. “Raichand says take it and I feel it’s so uninteresting. And then he gives me sermons on … Read more

100 Amazon Ratings

Just a quick update note to let you know that there are now 100 Ratings and Reviews of my books on Amazon. It is a small yet significant milestone. 100 Ratings just sounds good. You can check out the books and ratings at my Amazon Author Page at the link below: Ranjit’s Amazon Author Page … Read more

Varun’s Mother: Short Story

At the open house of Vidya Niketan School, all students sat in uncomfortable silence. Most of them were with their mothers. Some of them were with their fathers. They waited for the class teacher to call them. They dreaded the impending discussion about their performance. Most of them wondered why this day existed. Some of … Read more

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