The Kush Hi! Welcome to the 2nd edition of The Kush, our newsletter written specifically for Mondays and Tuesdays. Not because Mondays and Tuesdays need a burst of newsletter-driven dopamine, but because we think Mondays and Tuesdays deserve a special dollop of positivity and hope. So let’s get into some positivity and hope. Secondly, what … Continue reading Meatless, Colombia and the War of Internets
She was sitting right opposite to him in another room and the walls were transparent. He pretended to work, clicking random icons on his screen, unlocking his smartphone from time to time, every few seconds, in a bid to look busy in case she was looking at him. He wondered what was up with him, … Continue reading Your Problems Will Not End. Make Them Better.
Twenty two days ago, Sins had been promoted to become a Sales manager, which meant in addition to creating presentations and excel sheets for the company's existing and prospective clients, he would be making a lot of calls as well. This meant discipline, dedication, hard work and commitment. Sins had always been a hard worker, … Continue reading Champion. Fighter. Promotion.
Malcolm was an odd one. He did not possess the required social skills to make anyone feel like continuing a steady conversation with him, not for lacking good content, but emitting a vibe of awkwardness which sometimes felt toxic at best. Needless to say, he hated it. He was great on the phone: calls, texts, … Continue reading Rants, Facts and Objectivity
Sins wept in silence. For the umpteenth time that day, he tried to sweep his feelings under an imaginary rug, but he couldn't. He couldn't come to terms with the amount of effort that it took to create value, and then watch it disintegrate right it front of his eyes, helpless and powerless at the … Continue reading The Joy of Problems
Sins didn't like getting old. It was a bit narcissistic of him to think like that, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to get old. After all, who did? No one, that's who. He was standing within an inch off his dusty mirror placed atop his bathroom's washbasin. Glaring at the wrinkles lined … Continue reading Starry Sins
Sins closed the door of his room quietly, making sure the latch didn't make any sound as he bolted it shut. He loved privacy, since it meant he could be naked while he worked on his laptop. The nature of work was a force of habit. A habit he had sustained now, for ten long … Continue reading Starry Nights