It’s 3 AM in the night. I returned home at around 12 from work. The day’s going to be an early one tomorrow (oh, it’s today already) as well. The logical step for me is to sleep right now. Like ‘get-as-much-rest’ as you can type? So that ‘you-will-be-fresh-for-the-work’ type? Oh, but this confession can’t wait.
Author: Abhishek Kshirsagar
(Every campus has a set of building, architecture or culture that defines the institution. For IIM Bangalore, it’s the ‘Stone Walls’; but then, there is one more special wonder in this campus, it’s beautiful streets surrounded by mesmerizing greenery. This letter is a tribute to those streets, not only in IIMB but also in the
Dear Baba, First of all, very very happy returns of the day! 🙂 Now, the confession. I know that I am not the best son, and I have never been. I get angry on you for no apparent reasons, don’t call you often, hardly speak for 5 mins a day and the list goes on
“So tell me, whats your biggest regret in life?” “Oh, I did not make enough love to her, if you know what I mean.” A wink followed and all the 4 faces erupted with laughter. They were meeting after 2 long and gruelling months of internship. They had all the reasons to drink tonight, and
Love Lasts Forever? – Long Distance Relationship In The Time Of An MBA – InsideIIM Short Story Corner
“Pick up the phone, please pick up the phone.” He kept talking to the ringing melody on the other end. And then a busy tone followed for the 10th time. Or was it the 20th? He didn’t care. All he needed was an audience. He had made the biggest mistake of his life, by expressing
“Hey Siri, read my notifications.” I was just easing in my apartment, as I commanded my newly enslaved voice assistant to serve me (and this sounds so creepy)! “You have 7 new messages from a-girl’s-name-you-need-not-know.” As Siri announced this, my heart skipped a bit. I threw my suit on the chair, left my tie half
A cold night, a warm black hoodie; and hands in the pockets and headphones in the ears. Eyes half closed, as steps blindly followed the usual route on the tune of “Perfect”. Serene streets, misty air and not even a single living entity in sight. It was just another midnight walk. Only, that it wasn’t.
(This story is part 2 of the previous story, which you can read here. I request you to read it first to make sense of the sequence of events) Thump, Thump. The knock on the door penetrated the sacred silence that no one was daring to break, and then it penetrated three sober hearts as
(This is an extension of the first part: (Love lasts forever), so please read it before you proceed.) “What work do you have in this place-comm thing? What makes you spend all the nights away from your room all the time? Why are you never accessible? Why can’t you talk to me? Why don’t you
How far can you walk? A mile? A kilometre? Or A (whatever unit you prefer to use)? But that’s too less, you say? So 5 km maybe? Or 10 km? Or thousands of kilometres perhaps? That escalated too quickly, didn’t it? Let me rephrase my question: how far can you walk for your goal? Your