Giving is a matter of choice. As per the dictionary, Give … is to present voluntarily and without expecting compensation. The joy of giving disappears the very moment, it becomes an obligation. Yet, the world tries to confine you into narrow spaces of duty, religion and charity. These are different from paybacks, where one should … Continue reading Unfor(giving)
“Hey, buddy! Come up on the terrace! It is sky-watching time. Grandma says the Sun used to have a bigger and brighter orb in her youth, and they had distinct parts of daily routines, called Night and Day." “Right! My online tutor told me to observe the grey orb.” “And what is that made of?” … Continue reading Grey inheritance
Rhythm of my existence disturbed by rise and fall of your floating thought patterns is stable when I’m alone. 28 inspired by Weekly Writing Prompt at Secretkeeper https://secretkeeper.net/2017/04/03/weekly-writing-prompt-83/ (5) Words: | THINK | RISE | RHYTHM | FLOAT| FALL | Image: jllrealreviews.com
“That was in rather bad taste, Henry! You should not have created a scene in the birthday party”, fumed Martha. “What exactly is good taste? Your claim to superiority above others? I am a son of the soil, and have my feet firmly rooted in the ground”. “Taste is what makes food and the world … Continue reading AN ACQUIRED TASTE
“I have invented a synthetic molecule”. “Have you replicated nature, or invented something that did not exist before?” “I draw inspiration from existing patterns, and then, improvise on them.” “Great! But has Nature run out of stock to cater to the needs of the planet?” “The population has ballooned by quantum leaps. Competition between human … Continue reading The Conversation
The dark colors and rough edges of the stone, against the vivid colors of the sky looked ominous. White paint splattered on the stone appeared to be symbolic of something, as if somebody wanted to convey a message, but could not express completely. The straw hut outside the gate, towards the sea, looked quaint, but … Continue reading Who was the Queen? #writephoto
At the crack of dawn, the residents of Fearville realized that they had been taken for a ride. The cardboard decoy stood there, while the actual criminals had taken off under the cover of darkness. A few shots were fired at the figure in frustration, which drilled a few holes in it. But the figure … Continue reading Fearless in FearVille
She stopped for a moment, when someone asked “Aren’t you the famous Indian actress Mona?” “No”. And she resolutely walked ahead, on the lonely sidewalks of Los Angeles. She had found her peace in anonymity. Nobody knew of the wistful desires and unrequited love behind the veil of fame, wealth and glory. (52 words) For … Continue reading Behind the Veil
I sadly reflected on the years gone by. I had found my Self, but it was too late to change the world. At the fag end of an earthly existence, the opportunities of transforming one’s own life, start appearing remote. In retrospect, I had always taken up for the underdog. I had always rebelled against … Continue reading Too late?
This game of playing around with words, and recasting or recreating a piece into something else, has never ceased to fascinate me. The new piece has a bit of me in it, though not a single word has been added. I manage to give it a little of my spirit. I am missing White Out Wednesdays … Continue reading Erasure Poetry – I am
