The television news says that the Amarnath temple has reopened. The ritual worship of the snow Shiva idol was performed with great aplomb. Suddenly, the devotional music stops. Another accident has occurred. A bus rolled down into a ravine…. I hear the sound of my husband’s recital on our honeymoon, “If there is Heaven on … Continue reading Sounds of Memory
Ensemble is an upmarket boutique for designer threads, and cars with international number plates parked outside, are not a rarity. Unusual was the figure that stepped out of it. There was Julia, the poor cousin, who had grown up on hand-me-downs from me, and whom I had not met for long . The initial exchange … Continue reading Unanticipated
Walking across the sky with a vanishing trail and unheard music, she shrinks in size with indignation. The world luxuriates in her light, which is borrowed, and she has to forever remain indebted to the giver for it. A life, where her inherent qualities, have not been valued has taken its toll. It shows in … Continue reading Unappreciated
“She is the most tyrannical bitch that I have come across”, hissed the daughter-in-law. The dutiful sons and the domestic staff, rallied around the parents’ bed, available for service at their beck and call. Back to their rooms, the sons described to their wives, what a torture it was to clean up the mess, and … Continue reading Awash with love
A very prim homemaker once told me, that she always eats after her husband. Before I could raise my brows in feminist indignation, she continued, "It ensures that he comes home in time every evening." This is to honor the antithesis, that empowers the thesis. Domestication is a myth to satisfy puerile egos, tame … Continue reading The Myth
The Writing Reader Prompt #3054 Seeing Into the Future Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story or scene involving a character who can see the future. Journaling Prompt: Would you like to see the future? Why or why not? Art Prompt: Seeing into the Future Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the history of prophecy. Photo Credit: Cassandra (Stratford … Continue reading Cassandra’s Curse
He hoped for a “Coffee, tea or me?” moment. Luck favored him, and he spotted a bar on the left. “Let’s stop for a shot of vodka”, said she. (139 characters) Inspired by Kat Myrman at Twittering Tale #41 Image: Kat Myrman
The calm of the hinterland attracts me. It gives me a break from the oceanic life. Being the captain of a ship is not exactly a cakewalk, navigating to beat the winds and whirlpools. Nature manifests inner turmoil, and gifts counterfoils A holiday in a wild life sanctuary was all that I needed for peace. … Continue reading Parallels
Exquisite imagery!
Graveyard journey.
Ghosts whisper, dance,
twist, shimmer.
Breeze skips through leaves.
Clouds balloon, curl, drizzle,
storm bubbles open.
Lightning sparks, sounds echo.
Dawn spills, melts rose-red.
Peppered blood-shadows
scar green spring grass.
Nervous giggle jars grin,
breath flickers.
Cue still lull,
death lurks near.
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Grace hosts Quadrille Monday today at dVerse, And it is the 6th anniversary of dVerse! Quadrille Mondays are held every other week. Quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Each time a word prompt is given: week #1 = Quadrille #1 and 1 word; Week #2 = Quadrille #2 and a new word; etc. We build to Quadrille # 44 in week 44 with still another word. We’re on Week #36 and the prompt word is “flicker.” Past words this series have included pepper, dance, bubble, grin, lull, melt, shimmer, twist, skip, green, breeze, spill, rose, journey…
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Smiling memories of a lifetime spent together refuels the love for the frail figure between white sheets. The touch of a shivering hand accompanied by a weak smile revives memories of passionate times. Twilight falling on the horizon and flickering hope keeps them alive. (44 words) Inspired by Grace at DVerse Poets … Continue reading Twilight
