Aggie was a trainee once too!

“When I was a junior copy writer in Lintas, I lived in mortal fear that you were going to sack me.” My jaw dropped even as I turned to look at Aggie. Eyes agape, I said, “What? You have to be kidding. The thought never even crossed my mind. Not once.”

The Dance of the Magnificent Plume

The grey crept over the blue, blanketing it slowly with a faint rustle. The eye-dazzling overhead light began to dim, tinged now as it was by the edgy grey. The faint rustle grew in volume, picking up steam to thunder out aloud the imminent arrival of rain. The head first bowed in acknowledgment. A second… Continue reading The Dance of the Magnificent Plume