“You will not survive in the world, without this golden veil.” “What makes you think my starkness is not acceptable?” “A woman needs a certain level of grace and decorum. You do not fit in the norms.” “I still choose to be myself.” “If that is your last word, then there is no place for … Continue reading Unacceptable
“The new entrant is of a different color, Letz welcome her for the diversity she brings…” “Thank you, duckies ….. stay still and absorb the spirit I infuse into the water. It will show you what the world outside looks like.” “Don’t show us dreams which cannot be fulfilled. Can you take us out … Continue reading Show or tell?
Light …. by Aishwarya
Fireflies, in clusters,
Enough,
To be the light in darkness,
Collectively enlighten.
The Sun,
Doesn’t,
Hold back his radiance,
Awakens attributes aplenty, unsolicited.
Light radiates in abundance,
Bottling it, shrouding in darkness, only to be obscure,
Let inhibitions be bygones,
Uncork the spark to shine on forever.
47 words.
Thoughts behind the poem :- Uncork the light to radiate around. Don’t hold back.
Acknowledgements :- In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 142. Thank you for running the challenge, Ma’am. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
We open the house after a couple of years. Spider-webs, furniture covered with old sheets and a skeletal kitchen greet us. My thoughts go back to the days, when the house reverberated with sounds - cackling laughter of children, my mother-in-law’s tyrannical instructions to all for doing things in a certain way and the cribbing … Continue reading End of an era
More than I need …. by Jim Adams
I had enough toilet paper to last me till Thanksgiving and I was not worried when all the shelves were empty at the store, but yesterday when I went out, I saw that they had toilet paper available on the shelves again, and I bought more. It is taking up the whole bottom space in my pantry and I can barely close the door and I figure that now I will be good through Easter and my pantry could be called the cupboard of abundance. I certainly don’t want to run out of toilet paper and it looks like we have a long way to go with this Covid-19 pandemic, as it doesn’t seem to be going quietly away. I wonder if I was stocking up, or have I become a hoarder.
It seems simple enough, wash your hands, avoid touching your face and when you are out in public…
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Conflicted …. by Len
I told Jonah to pack some clothes in a bag as I would be taking care of him now , at least till he was grown enough to stand on his own two feet. While he packed I washed his ma, found her prettiest dress and combed her tattered locks, ensuring she looked presentable for the undertakers, I stroked her hair and sighed, mourning the waste of a good soul. I grabbed the bag of clothes and marched Jonah down the dusty path to my shack at the edge of the woods.
I showed him where he would be sleeping, told him to drop the bag on his bed and steered him towards the kitchen chair.
Searching for the scissors, I exclaimed ” We have to do something about that hair, it’s much…
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It is not easy to forgive injustice, whatever the soul gurus have to say about it. She often found herself cursing all those who had deprived her of her rightful place in the world. She would imagine they dropped dead, were shedding tears on dead bodies of their loved ones or are humiliated more than … Continue reading Change
She stops midway between sentences, and withdraws from conversations. She is always the first to say that the project or deal is not likely to move ahead.The onus is on her, but her predictions often turn true. In her younger years, she participated in a training program on self-development, and her feedback to the trainer … Continue reading Disadvantage
Damn dream ….. by Shilpa Nairy
The family commitment, taking care of ill father, education of younger brother had curbed Bhavana’s dream of travelling different part of her birthland and the world. Though she was earning in lakhs, she could not save a penny. She had stopped about thinking her life, future and dream.
One day while she was strolling in the garden and surprised to see the golden peculiar bottle that was visible half covered in the mud. She pulled it with curiosity and rubbed to clean the bottle. Some smoky blurred transparent image popped up from the sprout of the bottle that made her throw it and start running.
“Your wish is my command” voice followed her.
“Don’t run. I am a genie. Ask three wishes. You are my master until I fulfil those.
Bhavana had heard about this in the story and couldn’t believe if its genie or ghost or something else. She…
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I am captivated by the glow on her face. She is oblivious to the power of her presence, and it kind of adds to her allure. I’ve often looked with a degree of envy at those ‘higher beings’ floating around in upper echelons of society with effortless elegance. This moment made me feel those figures … Continue reading Unaware
