Archu From The Archive, Personal, Poems

Down Go My Tresses…

One lock, two locks, three and four. Down go my tresses, onto the floor. Chop! Chop! Chop! I’ve trimmed them short. Not beauty but bold, that’s the look I want. In the business world, strategies score. But network matters so much more. Blazers become things of reverence Attitudes morph to borderline arrogance High stung egotists are lurking around Few narcissistic…

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Archu From The Archive, Personal

For A Better Tomorrow

I am suffocating. Literally! I am suffocating from the countless thoughts branching inside my head. I am choking from the unspoken words stuck along the passage of my throat. My facial muscles are aching from trying to maintain a smile on my face. The layers of make-up from my recently learnt make-up skills hide all proofs of sleepless nights and…

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Archu From The Archive, Fictional

Short Story: Room Service

I stood paralyzed on the spot. I was absolutely awestruck and honestly helpless in front of the Greek God disguised as a mortal man. If virtues can be shaped, there they were, courage, compassion and kindness, carefully chiseled into his intricately carved features. If handsomeness can be quantified, there stood six whole feet of raw handsomeness in an arm’s length…

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Archu From The Archive, Personal

Re-discovering myself

It has been close to two weeks since I left India. What can this post be about? I can go on about how terribly I miss my family back home. I can go on about my fascination for the snow and everything white and new. In fact, I have plenty of things to drone on endlessly for many more posts…

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