Thoughts of a minibus traveller

  (This has been inspired by the image of a big man hugging up a bigger man allegedly at midnight on a moonlight night when they went fishing )   The phone rang and Baba P reached over and saw that it was Papa P calling. He watched the time and cursed.  What the hell he want now? Is 10pm. He was feeling nice and comfy in the matching pajamas that he liked to wear with his family.   All day he had been sitting in an air conditioned room wearing a heavy suit and watching faces on TV screens from other lands and listening to people from other lands who wanted to invest in the company he and PapaP were running, Gudyana.  Papa P had managed to find a way to take over the company and the shareholders. The condition was that Baba P had to become CEO.  Baba P did not mind.  There had been an attempt at a hostile takeover from some shareholders but that did not work out and now Papa P was working to make sure that no more take overs or so. At least  t...

An egg fell out of Neem’s hands on the day he decided to write a short story. Neem had been thinking about Vyktr  when the egg slipped from his fingers.  Neem and Vyktr had known each other for 12 years -  a cycle of episodes when Neem and Vyktr were close to each other, sometimes even cuddling each other during the first three years, and episodes when Vyktr wanted nothing to do with Neem. Neem ended the happy episodes by asking Vyktr what he really wanted. Vyktr would then stop calling and talking to Neem.  Neem would then have imaginary conversations, quarrels sometimes, with Vyktr, rehearsing in his head how he would say no or try to be neutral with  Vyktr the next time they talked. The most recent break up had happened two days ago. The quiet crack of the egg interrupted the reinventing of the past and the creation of the what-if scenarios which were occupying Neem’s mind. Neem’s first thought was that the broken egg was a sign to repent from the...