Darjee sold his right kidney so that he his family could eat for two months. They were starving and this was the only way. His parents were too old and sick to sell their kidneys , and he would never allow his wife to do such a thing. His daughter,...

Because there were no markings on the package , he thought whether it could even be called a package at all.

After all, weren't packages things that were marked so they could leave some place and end up at some destination?

Normally he'd want to open something like this, but he knew...

Anytime I return to my hometown, I'll tune into the radio to check what's going on around those parts. It's about the only time I'll tolerate listening to ads . It makes me feel tuned in to what people there want. When I meet a friend for a  beer I'll...

The  Church of Twitter has had a busy week. The mobs either crowning Elon Musk as contemporary Martin Luther or another  billionaire buying his way into societal  infrastructure .

Independent of this, my friend remarked that if Facebook were to disappear tomorrow that there would be non net-negative impact to society....

He began tapping onto his screen. The message. What had just happened at the  post office . He had already told his group chat about it, but now he was going to tell her. But after it was all written out, he didn't feel it was right to send it....

There will never be some concrete goal that will objectively be the thing you should do.

There can never be a path that you take where someone else has decided for you, this is the way.

At the end, nobody will have been able to help you. It will have been all...

He went to the post office twice a week to collect mail sent to the Non Profit he worked for. It was a small organization with a small budget, not enough for office space, barely enough to pay the wages of the team. Instead they listed their address as a...

Dempsey was pounding the Apple Magic Keyboard connected wirelessly to his  iMac when the door flung open. How could such a beautiful sight stir such fright in him. Had she found out about last night's escapade?

"Babe. What the hell is going on?"

He took his hands off the keyboard and moved...

What a sad sight. Project Manger. Howard clung onto the title like it was the only thing left in his life.

 Because it probably was.

It wasn't her title, but effectively it was her role. She did the project management , made sure the ship ran clean around here. And...

He hadn't been to SSD since he got his puppy. But before that he used to spend all his free time, weekday or weekend s, at the SSD. He liked the first S the best. It stood for  shooting range . It was not that he found pleasure in shooting...