“What’s the weather in Chicago.”The LED at the top of the pad glowed green for a second and then disappeared. Sitting in a corner of the conference room, surrounded by senior managers from Nest, Mike shot a quick glance at Sajid. Sajid, his heart thumping, his palms sweating, stared at the debug logs streaming out …
She noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his trembling hands struggled to steady the test tube over the bunsen burner. The tube filled up with a reddish brown gas and let out a pungent odor. As the hour progressed more tubes filled up with the mixture dissolved in distilled water and varying …
She had just settled down in the wicker chair near the balcony with a newspaper and a steaming hot cup of tea when the phone rang. She would usually have ignored it but she was expecting her daughter’s call from Canada so she got up and ambled over to the kitchen to pick it up. …
“Bhim,” he heard someone shouting. “Bhim, wake up.” Wiping the drool dripping from his lips, he slowly got up. He had been dreaming, of what, he couldn’t quite remember, but it was a pleasant dream. He was walking by a lake or a river, the waves gently lapping the shore, the sunlight streaming through the …
The fan whirred above her with a dull rattle and persistent hum. It usually lulled her to sleep, but not tonight. She had been lying in bed, turning and tossing incessantly, feeling hot and sweaty and miserable. She leaned over and turned on the lamp beside her bed and picked up a book lying on …
Mulla Hasan looked out at the ocean. Moonlight reflected from the undulating surface and made it shimmer like a satin sheet. An occasional wave broke in the distance with a burst of bright white surf. Waves lapped the sides of the dhow and a few spilled over onto the deck. He leaned over and let …
The books were all covered with brown paper, creased perfectly at the sides, with perfect pointy corners. It had taken a few hours but it was satisfying work. Measuring and cutting and folding and pasting. “Ma, where is my school bag?” he shouted out.“It’s drying out in the balcony, open your eyes” his mother yelled …
His long white robe puffed up as a gust of wind rushed across the football field kicking up dirt and dried leaves and grass and a plume of sand that spiraled ominously skyward. Marching up and down the sideline, shouting out instructions and gesturing widely he tried to perk up the team that had become …
Naqshe-faryadi hain kis ki shoikiye-tahriir kaKaagzi hain pairahan har paikare-tasvir ka Glossary naqshe – picture faryad – complain shoikiye – mischievous, capricious tahriir – writing pairahan – clothes paikar – portrait tasvir – image TranslationWho is the mischievous writer of this picture of plaintiffsEvery portrait in this image is wearing clothes made of paper CommentaryThis …
There is a new series on Netflix, The Big Day. Indian weddings are supposed to be mental, I think it’s what the goal is, a participant in the documentary proclaims. The weddings portrayed in the series are lavish, extravagant affairs with the mega rich trying to outdo each other. One of the trademarks of the …