The lean tree, the semi-spherical huts with a twig and bloom garden outside – it is all the stuff of childhood fantasy. We created this with our mother, and spun stories around the quaint little setting. The best storyteller was rewarded with a cupcake. This was the springboard for all my creativity. Lost in my … Continue reading Inspired Creativity
I have lived in a bubble for too long, and I hear that it will burst at some point, breaking my reverie. The naysayers do not realize its immense advantage as an insulation. It shields me from the insanity outside. How many people know that celebrities are humans, with aches and wounds, just like ordinary … Continue reading The show must go on
“How do you like my new computer?” “Show me …” “It is on the table. One can illuminate any part to act as a screen. It doubles up as a robot, and moves on appropriate instructions. It is smarter than a human assistant.” “You look excited about your new acquisition.” “Well, aren’t you?” “Can you … Continue reading A better world
Life has been an uphill struggle for me. Reality does not match my ambitions, and the causes are not always external. I need to develop a success mindset. I battled with my genetic makeup, acquired personality traits and my reactions to the world, based on cumulative experience. Altering the crystalline structure that shapes my personality … Continue reading Bit by Bit
Cathy’s mind harked back to her college days. It was a conservative township in the 1970’s, when phone calls from boys, were looked at suspiciously, by the parents of nubile girls. It was the era before cellphones and caller ids were invented. Cathy was often engaged by her male classmates, to dial a number, wait … Continue reading Will the phone ring?
The blue of the sky and sea induces further blues in me. The horizon spells uncertainty of movement into unknown territory. My job has brought me to this resort. It is not a destination of choice. I wander around aimlessly, with a blank expression. Suddenly, I feel a pair of strong hands pulling me back, … Continue reading Blues
Sunday Writing Prompt: Fly like a Falcon *note: this week Oloriel is supposed to be your host, but I’m not sure if she will be here, so in case – I’ve offered you this. If she does post as well, you have a choice. Sunday Writing Prompt: July 23: Fly Like an Falcon Today is the … Continue reading Sin
At times, all the signs are pretty obvious. But one hesitates to accept that it is all over. It could be a faint line of hope, or just the ennui of indecision, that makes people pull through. Marriages and jobs are not sacrosanct, and not a blind end. It hurts like hell, but one can … Continue reading I am complete
Her childhood was spent, torn between loyalty to her Indian grandmother, and an Indo-American mother. Tia dug into both ‘samosa’, and apple pie, with equal love, and kept both the warring women happy. It had been a way of life with her. Her father disapproved of the diet, but remained silent, as he struggled to … Continue reading Tia
“These are exquisitely beautiful pieces, but priced too high.” “These are made of sand, not clay.” “That makes it cheaper.” The lady was adamant, “No. The process is infinitely more complex and time-consuming.” ‘Then, why don’t you use clay?” “Sand is amorphous, and carving a durable piece needs an understanding of the art, technique and … Continue reading Carving an identity
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