The corner looked exactly the same, as it did for more than a decade. I often pointed out that the only thing missing is a laptop. But Anna-Marie preferred a notebook and pen to note down her creative ideas and household task reminders. The phone kept her connected to the ecosystem. “Everything is in control.” … Continue reading Waiting for her
humans harvesting joy by nurturing life human, plant or animal –Love prevails In other words, harvest at Patricia's Place
endangered planet controlled by low conscience of inhabitants humans chasing profits- least predictable animals Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge -Week 116
If I fly, I’ll leave footprints on clouds. It will give me a fleeting satisfaction of a task well done, till someone else rewrites history and presents a different picture. Do I take this flight, or chart a different path – solo, undirected? The door of the cage is open. It is only a matter … Continue reading Unsung
“Amazing! This contraption does function.” The Inspector of Schools exclaimed. The teacher looked apologetic. “Sir, we do not have a well-equipped lab. The children make use of whatever is available to execute their ideas.” “You will now ask for a grant. But I am nominating this student for a scholarship in recycling research. I am … Continue reading Jugaad
“From inky thumb impressions of the illiterate to biometrics … the world is round. This script may be old, but the images will convey what alphabets cannot. We can use this in digital devices for the unlettered.” “Sure, I have already figured out how to dupe them of their money.” (279 characters) Twittering Tales … Continue reading Scripted
The mosaic of life, and the constitution of this world are unbelievable. If I meet a person with multiple faces indulging in multiple speak, I often wonder if the Creator has put the wrong pieces together. Maybe it became a composite whole after some time, but yet doesn’t make sense. Is the person a perpetrator … Continue reading All mixed up
The sound I hear is pure agony – something I didn’t expect to hear in a stadium full of cheering fans. It emanated from the depth of a soul, and pierced my sympathetic ears. I start moving in the direction of the sound. Another set of sounds- muffled sobs greet me. I see a girl … Continue reading Wild Life
He is waiting in the Principal’s office, and I don’t want to see him. Fake tears, feigned affection, freaky attempts to lure me with cheap candy I relished as a child, but have long since outgrown — why does this man need to wear so many faces? And none of those are convincing enough. I … Continue reading I was born alone
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