Reena’s Xploration Challenge #296

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Welcome to another week! PROMPT #296 A phrase by Arundhati Roy (winner of the Booker Prize for fiction in 1997) caught my attention – Fiction in the time of fake news. I coined a few of my own inspired by it. Letters in the time of instant messaging Books in the time of apps Lies … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #296

Dawn

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“I was ‘born to the manor’ as you like to say, and the accident of birth has always overshadowed my efforts. I can’t call them achievements though, not yet. I don’t deny the privilege for I did not know where all that I took for granted was coming from.” The superstar’s son is awarded the … Continue reading Dawn

It’s the only truth

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it’s tradition, they saidthen genetics came on the sceneit’s our highest dutyto preserve our cultureand hand over the baton tofuture generations “Transfer your salary to my account, and I’ll give you an allowance. You spend way too much”, said the doctor’s husband. “Isn’t it time to start a family?” opined the doctor’s mother-in-law as she … Continue reading It’s the only truth

Dynamism

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How does the path change while I'm away?it touches the other end of thoughtall those who walk on it leave a trailI wonder if the path has a soul it touches the other end of thoughtignited limbs as the mind sprintsI wonder if the path has a soulHas it changed me in part or whole? … Continue reading Dynamism

Regretfully yours

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Meeting ex-colleagues after long is a double-edged sword. We start getting into zones we want to forget, after the initial euphoria fades. Anyway, they were here …. lunching together at the same place, where they did years ago. “Hank, why do you think we did not rise as fast the current generation does?” Tom spoke … Continue reading Regretfully yours

Cinderella

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Cinderella casts a benign glance at her envious step-sisters, “You can have all that you want – the Prince and the glass slippers. My authenticity demands that I walk barefoot.” “But walk where?” The sisters are stuttering at her new-found confidence. “The power to convert pumpkins into pathways was dormant within me. I will walk … Continue reading Cinderella