“PFA invoice template. Update and send to process payment.” Thus went the terse email I received from the accounts department of a client. The sender
The boy with a backpack was ten years old, give or take a year. He had bright, intelligent eyes and a cocky assurance about him.
My mother was petrified of rats and mice. Actually, to be absolutely accurate, petrified isn’t the right word. It barely covers the truth. It is
Met a suave gentleman yesterday in connection with some paper-work related to Tissayra. On my behalf, this gentleman (an advocate) had applied for some permissions/
What does it mean, overthinking? Is it even a ‘proper’ word?
Of brats, train tickets and the Law Of Averages!
I’m genuinely and mightily amused- and have been, for a couple of days. This is the kind of amusement that will always retain a pocket
Actually, this post ought to be called Facebook Love. I didn’t use it because it might have been a little confusing. You might innocently have
Her name was Poonam… we called her Mrs. P. She was our landlady; my husband of one month and I. In retrospect, I cannot decide
Purba Ray needs no introduction but I wouldn’t be done out of an opportunity to express my admiration for this stellar blogger. I came across
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