Posted in Autobiography, Drabble, Flash Fiction


My daughter has finished her 12th grade and is planning to go to medical school. She was attending pre-exam medical coaching class in a reputed institution. She wants to get in by merit and not by capitation. To my discomfiture education agents who send students to various paid-capitation institutions have got my phone number. They bug me endlessly by making phone calls day and night. Sometimes, I feel like smashing my phone to smithereens. I always miss and long for genuine people to call me.



I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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