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  The hare and the tortoise 2.0 “That’s how the tortoise defeated the hare that day,” concluded my mother, as I sat there clinging on to her back, on the branch of a mango tree, listening keenly to her story. “And what had happened after the race?” I asked, hopping on to another branch, to feed on to a raw mango that had just caught my attention. “Those times were different,” she started, and went on to explain how there was no hype around the event when it was about to happen. However, the moment the tortoise had won, celebrations had begun. It was unprecedented. Mahakal, the then king of the jungle, had himself met the tortoise, congratulated him for his achievement, and offered him a position in his royal court. The family of hares, however, was nowhere to be seen until a few weeks later when all the animals had got on with their respective lives. “What if we were to have this race again in our times?” I asked my mom. “It’s a little complicated these days. Maybe you should

  A night that changed his life… “Should I just quit this, go home, and put in my papers? No, even better, I’ll just buy a gun, and shoot my boss the moment he enters the office in the morning,” thought Arun as he sat there alone, inside his cubicle in his fourth-floor office, at 1 AM, staring at the screen right in front of him. He was supposed to be working on a presentation to be delivered to the client at 11 in the morning. He was sleepy, extremely fatigued, and yet it had to be done, at any cost. He had dropped the idea of travelling back home, lest he fell asleep. It wasn’t just the prospect of re-working on the presentation that was so exasperating to Arun. What had really tired him out more, was the marathon session of about six hours he had had with his boss only a few hours earlier. He had done well to complete that 54 slides presentation four days before the deadline. It wasn’t his fault, though, that his boss had chosen to review his work only a few hours before the act

It was like any other evening-except for the dark clouds and the seasonal rains, that is. But I didn’t feel like it was any other evening- it reeked of melancholy. It was perhaps the weather, or may be the effect of having stayed locked down for more than four months. So, I thought,” Why not just get back to what was once my favorite getaway? Why not just give vent to my thoughts?” So, there I was, sitting in front of my laptop, wondering what I should be blogging about. Considering that so much has happened this year, there was no dearth of ideas. Quite a few things crossed my mind-should I write about MS Dhoni who just retired from the shorter formats of international cricket? Should I write about the Sushant-Rhea saga? Should I review the latest book I have just finished reading? Or should I try my hand at concocting a short story-something I have never done before? None of these ideas seemed to convince me though. I kept my laptop aside, took a deep breath, and started regather