Was the last smile recorded in memory? She tried hard to remember, control tears and help herself through life. Inspired by Colleen's Weekly Tanka Challenge https://colleenchesebro.com/category/tanka-tuesday/ Cover pic : sims3familyhome.blogspot.in
The roof had crashed on the Josephs. A kidnapper had called to ask for ransom, in return for their only child. Bubbles had sounded frightened and desperate on the phone. “Mom, please save me. I do not know what will they do to me. I am scared.” Tears were flowing down their cheeks, as they … Continue reading Waiting for Mom
Raindrops on the windscreen For Mundane Monday Challenge -98 - Learn Photography http://trablogger.com/mundane-monday-challenge-98-learn-photography/
I had been wanting to try this for sometime -- using the same prompt to write in various forms. Warning: This is a rather long post with eight forms/meters of poetry attempted. HAIKU Your touch sparked a thought A twist created unrest, disturbed mental health. TANKA Your touch created electric sparks in my head … Continue reading The Impact of Touch
Driving through life Immersed in her thoughts Her questions had remained unanswered For whom does hope dawn and for whom the bell rings? What was her place in their scheme of things? A wall flower, A reproductive machine With love to shower? To paint their lives With cheer and light And watch her … Continue reading For whom?
It was his last day at work, at the age of 60. He had taken time to wind up his desk, and allocate the files before he left office. The parking lot was empty, as people had left the workplace at 6 pm. He stood there idly, and thought of all the people whom he … Continue reading The Last Day at Work
It takes a strong feminist bent of mind, to revisit the thought process of a goddess, beyond its Maa image. There is no recorded attempt by Luv and Kush (Sita’s sons) to present their mother’s side of the story. Maithili Sharan Gupt, a renowned feminist Hindi poet, has presented the stories of Yashodhara (deserted wife … Continue reading The Liberation of Sita – A Book Review
Rahul walked to the pantry for a quick shot of coffee. Men are not supposed to cry, and it was foolish to cry in the workplace. But that is the place which really makes one want to cry. He stared at the glass partition separating the tables from the vending machines on the other side. … Continue reading Jilted
I had grown up reading an Urdu couplet which said (translated version) Develop your individuality to the extent That God asks you ‘Tell me what do you want?’ I stopped being a feminist, humanist etc., and just focussed on being an individualist. Relationships touched an all-time low, as my new avatar was not easily accepted. … Continue reading Floating on a Cloud
How I love controversies surrounding my books? It puts me straight into the league of a Salman Rushdie or Taslima Nasrin. I wouldn’t mind paying someone to raise objections, but my iconoclasm does the job. I have never had to blow money on questionable pursuits. Curiosity rides over shockwaves. The trolls enjoy their fifteen minutes … Continue reading Fame and Fortune
