Fake Posh is a short-story collection consisting of four stories.

Fake posh.

Besides ideal and real, co-breathes our another sense of self of what’s that is practical, profitable and sustainable. Two boys toiling over their dream of having a music band, a union rooted in differences and a wise affair blooming over a dissertation thesis.

Three parallel plots mingled with a desert music festival, the story looks subtly into our primal hu-man nature in different forms.

Mr-Touch-Me-Not.

An MBA student anonymously hosting a late night radio show on weekends is living the life of her dreams. Though she speaks her mind instead of heart on matters of love, her show is a rage among teenagers who come looking for ways to channel their juvenile rebellion or escapes out of toxic relationships. All hell breaks loose as her own preachings turn predatory to her own love life. Standing at crossroads of what she’s always known and what she knows now, does she find a way out?

Circus.

Circus is about two sisters lounging on sofa discussing the younger one’s bushy eyebrows. The conversation escalates to debating the current stance of social media in our world. This rant lets their lava of disgust and sorrow out, as does their concern for and against people treating Internet as their personal dumpster. With no end and no judge to our acts of virtual vulnerability exposé, their chat draws an analogy between social media and a circus.

Stand-up comedian.

Forty something Kunal’s world has come crashing down over his new found information. Broken-hearted and inconsolable, he doesn’t know where to go and whom to turn to with all this pain. His enormous sense of loss and the sheer longing to hold on to his daughter remain veiled in his silence behind the cacophony of his souring professional acumen, best friends from college with their moral compasses now hanging just as loose as their bellies, denial, destiny and endless what ifs.