The woman in black finally decided to reveal her identity. I watched with bated breath, as she lifted her veil, and then, I almost stopped breathing for a while. She was not strikingly beautiful, as I had expected, but was a relic of the past. What had happened in her life, in the interim period? … Continue reading A Writer’s Dream
The rooster looked pensive. He had been awake for an hour, and there was no Sun on the horizon. He was not sure how many of the phone addicts depend on his call to wake up. But most of the females in his community had remained asleep. The few that woke up, ignored him and … Continue reading Good Morning
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Bruised elbows and feet and yet one trudges along so painstakingly. Apparition or a dream or just the Power of Hope? Inspired by Sue Vincent at #Writephoto Thursday Photo Prompt
The boss signals me to take a seat without looking up from the screen, and grunts “Well …….” Reluctance to listen, weariness with the usual rants/complaints, disinterest in micromanagement is all so transparent in that grunt. I see and interpret, more than I hear. He appears to have a counter-attack ready, before I start talking. As … Continue reading Disinterested
I wonder how life can be so easy at times. Golden fields, beautiful trees and shafts of light all passing through a transparent haze greet me. My eyes are so used to obstructions and roadblocks, that they ache at this sight. Inspired by Sonya at Three Line Tales, Week 73
Rainy nights, waterlogging and traffic jams …. a lethal combination, but the monsoon is so incomplete without it. It was on one of those evenings, when we decided to take a diversion, and drive on the captive road for BPCL (Bharat Petroleum Corporation Ltd.). A friend had given me the right passwords to pass through … Continue reading A Rainy Night
The beauty of a clover, which looks like a heart from another angle is perceptible only to an artist. He brings it alive with vivid colors and contrasts it with the calmness of water around it. A poet sees romance in an isolated spot. What would a couple do on an adventure of this kind? … Continue reading Different Takes
The salt-and-pepper in your hair does not desist me from acknowledging that I still love you. Love is about acceptance of the person you are through all seasons and rollercoasters of time. It is not about how we look or do for each other. Quadrille written for DVerse Quadrille #35 Image: pinterest.com
Summer vacations spent with my old grandfather writing for him his hand shaking with old age he made me a writer. Inspired by In Other Words, Summer ..... at Patricia's Place
