Neerja Singh – Page 4

08 Jun

The Kinder Shopper

A big shift is happening in the world of buying and selling. Did you think for instance that it is just the Indians sweating a bargain? Price has begun to excite the zoomer as much; in fact it is emerging as their primary motivator when shopping. And this is...

12 May

The Door

Have you struggled with a closed door in your house ever? No, it’s not jammed. It has been deliberately and firmly shut and latched with an intention to keep you out. Go ahead. Knock. First gently, then insistently, soon with

12 May

The Moves

What is that one arena in India where it is perfectly legitimate to be lascivious and come hither? A trifle cheap as they say. Fleshy, undulating and mock seductive. You can throw your head back, tip it one way, or

28 Jun

Risk

“Are you sure you want to get into this? Wasabi is the world’s hardest plant to grow!” Qamar gave her questioning husband that steady look. “It is a superfood Rahat, a powerful plant, both in taste and value. What a

16 Mar

Metrosexual

“Please help me. I can’t find my child. It has been two years and no news. We checked at the Italian Language School. No one seems to know. My husband and son have filed an FIR. The police say that the few calls we have received have been from...

14 Mar

Dystopia

“I mean, I don’t know but our girls are really crossing all limits these days,” Namita’s pride in her two sons had dimmed a bit lately, what with the girls topping national exams and storming every male bastion in sight.

12 Mar

Therapy

Surely that chair is designed to antagonize! It is almost as though it is deliberately placed at a confrontational angle to the client. Saloni lowered herself onto the double sofa tentatively, the husband already having registered his impatience at this

10 Mar

Repression

“You have everything. Good looks, youth, health, great education, opportunities…why the rage? What more could you possibly want?” Arjan whistle breathed through his mouth, his bewildered eyes locked with the defiant glimmer in his teenage daughter’s glare. The air bristled,

06 Mar

Trickster

The mind is a trickster. Salma stood paralyzed, watching it thrash, “Who am I? That fabulous porcelain jug, do the others see the folds in its curvature? Does the pearly glow touch them the way it reaches my eyes? Why