A session on Memory Training is on. What is your date of birth? 22nd January, 1987. You were born on a Thursday. The hall reverberates with applause. Later in the hotel room, I ask my fellow trainer, “Why do you need to pull ribbons out of a hat? We are training the students to improve … Continue reading Logic
mists are so helpful my hollowness can’t see yours intimacy untouched surreal veils of pretence vindicate my non-existence Writephoto by Sue Vincent
will I have to leave
cocoon of memories to
find my true colors
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 17
1 A teacher and writer of English and Drama, a parent, naïve and yet willing to learn all I could, the perpetrator of numerous mistakes where I learned eventually to pick myself up off the floor and move forward.
2 Rejoicing in the freedom to be me, reaching out to my children and grandchildren doing all I can to be there for them.
3 Growing old with a modicum of wisdom and being loved for the person I am.
Struggling against the stream of life I have come to a pond of tranquillity where every day is a good day, some better than others.
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/12/14/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-17/
Welcome to Week 17! This will be the simplest and easiest prompt we have done so far, and yet, will reveal a journey. My take Past - My resume line Professional banker with cross-functional exposure to Channel Management, Product Management, Branch Banking, Business Development, HR & Training Present I am a Coach, career counsellor, trainer … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 17
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Here is a character narrating different episodes from her life. You get an idea of the overall personality. Pick just one sentence from the story, and develop further on that.
MAYA: LITTLE MORE THAN ILLUSION
By Neel Anil Panicker
I see the rage in my boss’s eyes and know that is time to quit. Or, more appropriately, that is time for me to be asked to quit.
There he is, sitting opposite me, in that favourite swivel chair of his, the chair, the specific make and colour that I helped him to chose, staring down at me, those limpid blue eyes now a raging red, its pupils trebly enlarged, the nerves threatening any moment to burst out.
I bravely refuse to give in and like a fool who rushes in where angels fear to tread, I lock eyes with him.
I see his head…
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Santa’s red bag was full of shiny chocolate wrappers, just that there were no chocolates inside. The task of distribution was delegated to the fairies this year, as the kids loved them more. The elf was tired of being in a subsidiary position all along, and collaborated with Santa. Fun times ahead…. (52 words) … Continue reading Mischief
“The moths around that street lamp give me an ominous feel. Don’t they know they will get torched?” “Perhaps, they do. But they cannot overcome their natural instincts. Just like a lover does…..” Bob looked at me dreamily, as his voice trailed off. It was his manner of expressing love, as he downed his sixth … Continue reading Ominous
It was a silhouette she could never forget. The raised curve on the man’s head indicated that he was wearing a hoodie, as the opaque figure blocked all light. The liquid in the glass belied the owner’s dark desires, as it allowed light to filter through creating beautiful patterns. She had identified him correctly in … Continue reading Dark Memory
shining snowflakes reflect the filtered sunrays peeping through clouds that cover stark winter skies reinforcing hope Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge
