Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 43- Honour Killing

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Honour Killing

Women carry tradition more fiercely than men,

They cling to it like anything, to please men or their clan, whatever.

Make it a purpose of their life to carry it over the generation to generation.

Well, it’s my opinion. Though things are changing, some villages still carry on with old traditions, at any cost.

After her husband died, she had raised her son with so much difficulty and he paid for her love like this, by marrying a girl from other religion?

Had her son told her beforehand that he was going to marry a girl from other religion, she could have been able to deter him, knowing how strict their clan was. There already were some cases of honor killing.

But, no, he had to come with her after marrying her in some other place.

After her husband died, she had raised him with so much difficulty and…

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Creativity blocked

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Behind a glass wall

I repeatedly dreamt of a half-formed figure calling out to me, from behind a glass wall. I couldn’t decipher if the figure was male or female, but asked it to come out and meet me. “Can’t you see I am not complete?” “Let me see what constitutes you. Light, wind or solid matter….” “Maybe all … Continue reading Behind a glass wall

Back then

My wife’s parents are spending the summer with us. Our daughters are now teenagers who lead their own lives, and don’t care much about parents hanging around with them on weekends. Yet, the old man cannot refrain from sharing a bit of advice. “You two should not be spending so much time at the movies. … Continue reading Back then

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 43 – In Death

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When it all comes down to it, we don’t have a lot of say in what might be written about us or what might be inscribed on our tombstone, if we have one.

I remember asking my dad if there was anything he particularly wanted on his headstone and his reply was, “Well no, you can decide that, after all, I think I’ll have other things to think about.”

I’m sure when the time comes my children will think of something to say about me. They are good at recall, they often sit around the table at family dinners have a wonderful time remembering me as a father and how they ‘suffered’ having me as their dad.

Thankfully it is all in good fun.

Then again, I don’t intend to be buried. I’ve told them to cremate me and then find somewhere appropriate to spread my ashes, for example down…

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Change in destinations

those figures etched on canvas of life throbbing with joy and expectation artists designed characters’ strife to paint colors of imagination   it appeared to be a summation coming together of values and dreams reaching a final culmination careful selection before mixing streams   oceanic spaces in hibernation moved suddenly to change destinations     … Continue reading Change in destinations