Working Class

"I shit you not, this has to be the most dim-lit, rodent infected, foul-smelling place I have ever worked at. I ain't calling this piss-bliss my office for long, you can have that signed on any damn paper you want." I said, trying to get a ketchup stain off a uniform that barely had a... Continue Reading →

A midnight jog around the neighbourhood wasn't something of a rare occurrence for Kabir Bakshi, but on the night of 18th June 2014, he too had to sneak out of his home, like other youngsters his age. He had learned not to wake his parents up, his keys and wallets were already in his pockets... Continue Reading →

The Prestige of a Higher Morality

Back in the time when money was particularly harsh on me, and it reflected both in the work I did and the clothes I wore, I had to resolve to meagre jobs to succour the things I loved. All petty skills acquired over time were carefully sorted in accordance to their feasibility, meaning that I... Continue Reading →

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