The Sabbatical

              Akshay was picking his nose, unmindful of all the people around him. He was well-dressed. An expensive pair of jeans, a plain yellow T-Shirt, a batik bandana tied around his curly mop of hair and Reebok shoes proclaimed him to be a lad from a well-off background. But the constant picking of his nose and puffing at his cigarette, gave off the unpleasant impression of an ill-groomed and ill-mannered person.

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Englis Babu

She saw him everyday, while going to work. Rather, heard him first then saw him. “Good morning! How do you do? Fine thank you…!” He spoke English fluently and then blabbered gibberish.

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The Bet

            

              One could say that had he shown such determination and stead-fastness in his academics, he would’ve rivaled the Nobel Laureate, Dr. Amartya Sen.

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