The media is abuzz with stories about dogs saving abandoned babies, in different countries as far as Kenya, Brazil, Thailand and India. There are instances of fake stories, too. But the spirit of these four-legged angels is 100% genuine. The so-called ferocious, feared stray dogs respect life. http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/kolkata/Stray-dogs-save-abandoned-newborn-girl/articleshow/55279436.cms Here is a nonet dedicated to the … Continue reading Angels
I suppose it is because I was at a funeral yesterday and I was thinking of death and funerals, when this came to me in the shower this morning. Real stream of consciousness writing.
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“I don’t cry at funerals,” she said to herself. But she must have spoken it aloud as her son gently squeezed her shoulder in comfort.
It seemed that she had been to so many funerals. She had seen friends some buried and others taken off to the crematorium. Her young husband had died several years ago and though she had loved him, she didn’t cry even at his funeral.
But here she was watching the young men of the family lift her Grandmother’s casket and walk it out of the church. And here she was crying.
She thought of that wonderful old lady. She had been there for her since her mother had been taken…
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Angela was born with two hearts, but was unable to love the world. She was tired of being a guinea pig for scientists, who kept measuring the impact of various simulated conditions, on her unusual body. She was strapped with monstrous machines, or draped in multiple layers of smart fabric. The money helped her parents … Continue reading Across the Sky
Mohit entered his father’s clinic after several months. This was the room, his father, Dr. Varma, used before his demise. It was the era before computers, and his prescription pad and pen were still kept on the table. A garlanded picture of his Dad adorned the wall behind the chair. Dr. Varma was known for … Continue reading His father’s clinic
“Hey, there!” The voice was unmistakably familiar, but the sight alien. I had forgotten to close the window, before going to bed. Has a rocket or missile entered my garden? I could barely move my limbs or lips, but I wanted to say, “Hey, whoever-you-are, Mr. Alien! Stay for some time, as my son would … Continue reading The Space Ride
Monsters tore apart her frail, powerless body. Hung on the branches, She has waited ever since, to avenge ignominy. For Saturday Mix- Bastet at Mindlovemenagerie https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/saturday-mix-bastet-march-11-2017/
This picture from our honeymoon album is just so perfect. We kept looking dreamily at the horizon with its magnificent colors, unmindful of the hard rocks beneath. We believed that love would conquer all difficulties. Darkness spread its tentacles into our life, soon. Jack suffered from a congenital health problem, and could not work. I … Continue reading The Full Moon
He looked at the shadows of his past through the door. The wooden benches and antique pillar did not belong to this age, but told a compelling story. The sight of people beyond that door was familiar, though the language they spoke was alien. He tightened his grip on the globe, where he had perched … Continue reading Passage through Time
Jim was the container to hold her joy in life. He disappeared. The base was intact. She just had to drill a hole, for happiness to re-enter. Inspired by Twittering Tales #20 at Kat Myrman https://katmyrman.com/2017/03/07/twittering-tales-20-6-march-2017/
Life exists on the other side – beyond the maze of hopes, expectations and overcoming roadblocks. Painstakingly, I chalk out strategies, create a brand and define clear goals and objectives, till…. I see you – my antithesis, my nemesis, my distorted mirror image – and realize that for you, this is the other side. … Continue reading The Other Side
