“Break, but don’t bend” was touted as strength in my childhood. My grandfather was seen as a strong person, and we shared a close bond. There is a family history of osteoporosis and spinal health issues from my maternal side. I read somewhere that people with spinal and lower back problems hold a grudge about … Continue reading Backbone
“I’m leaving. Words dance on blue paper, as tears create inkblots.” No. This sounds like the beginning of a vintage story. Who writes letters in this day and age? A message needs to be timed correctly. They should see it only when she is well beyond their reach. Her fear surprises her. Is she still … Continue reading Goodbye
It is yet another session on identifying causes and symptoms of depression it made her feel sometimes. “It seems that some people enjoy being depressed,” opines a participant, “Life is too hard to face otherwise.” “We need to understand that antidepressants put them in a transitional phase, and effects need to be carefully monitored. One … Continue reading Sugar-coated
OUT OF STOCK! Well, I cannot read the language, but perhaps it says the same. Empty shelves are testimony to it. The city has not been receiving fresh supplies for the last few days. It is the corona virus scare obstructing movement. Stock market indices are all going south. The street urchin is not sure … Continue reading Epidemics
“Which one is you in the picture, Grandma?” “The saddest part of life is that I’m not there.” “Then?” Curiosity shone in my grandson’s eyes. “Only if I’d been there, I would not be here today. I would have been in august company in the corridors of fame.” “But why were you not there?” “I … Continue reading Comeback
Apocalypse happens so often. All that one knows about a person falls apart, displaying a weaker or indifferent or sinister side. It makes people look like fools in their own eyes. Her pulse is feeble, and probably she is losing her hearing power. A voice seems to come from afar, but emanates from a white … Continue reading Diluted
It feels nice to be back home after three decades. Other countries help us earn more, but one remains emotionally starved of connections, of companionship. I plan a meet for my old friends who are still there. It is hard work, but I’ll make it worthwhile. I still feel starved, even wonder if the connections … Continue reading Twisted shapes
directionless winds knocked at my door I opened with trepidation let in the force it found its way in nooks and crevices compacting itself to fit into my devices they are my tools now they’ll do what I say to win back lost freedom see the light of day I release their … Continue reading Manouevred
Constructing a memorial is no mean task. Each stone speaks the story of ideals, values, sacrifices, suffering and pride. The stories of those the warriors left behind are heart-breaking. They hadn’t asked for this, but are carrying forwatd the tradition with pride. I put aside the hammer and chisel, and think… the stone I’ve used … Continue reading Sculptor’s Story
“It is the sixth year in a row that I’ve come here to celebrate a quiet Christmas.” “What is so special about this place?” asked Rocky who had to travel a long way with the supplies. “How often do you come here?” Ronald changed the topic. “Whenever we receive an order for supplies…” “Have you … Continue reading Mysterious
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