This dates back to the time when Mr Balanced was the man in making and the Mrs Chitterchatter was Ms Chitterchatter, a fine young woman … Circa 1990’s. The campus placement week had just begun.That day, both had received the final offer letter from the corporate houses of their choice, Read more…
“Here we go around mulberry bush….”, filled the air with disembodied sounds. “Peter, let me join”, said Hannah. “No stopping”, answered Peter mocking. Hearing this, she howled like a banshee. Mrs Pinto emerged to give a dressing-down. “Fractious bone-stacks, go away. Don’t make ruckus here”. It was met with louder, Read more…
“Zooming in?”, she murmured. “Sshhh”, he reprimanded. “We wont be heard on the other side, isn’t it?” “Of course not. But your incessant blabber is not letting me concentrate.” “Such a careless man. He doesn’t even file his nails after cutting them”, she observed. He turned to her with a Read more…
She opened the fridge. She knew what awaited her inside; but still she was aghast. That’s a typical of Mrs Chitterchatter. She loves surprising, shocking herself! The previous day the family had returned from Sanjay Gandhi National Park’s ‘Night under Sky’, camp. Though superbly enriched, the entire family was running Read more…
“Now where on Earth might she be”, wondered he, as he could not find her by his side. “She never lets me be in peace”, he murmured. With much reluctance he sneaked out of the Gol Gumbaz. As expected, there she was, near the Mango tree. He went over and Read more…