I know my purpose of life is fulfilled, when the statue in the temple speaks to me. I’ve been meditating here for a decade now. “Thank you, God! I lived for this day.” “I lived thousands of years ago, and did certain things relevant to those times. I’m remembered for those, but the context has … Continue reading Relevance
Card paper stacked up in a corner of the stationery shop looks forlorn. It is holiday season, and the kids are away. There are no school projects or fun time activity that needs paper. Anyway, the kids are far more digital than we are. I can almost hear the paper speak … I have lost … Continue reading The Paper Story
It feels good to wake up early. The hardness of the ground beneath my back is not comfortable. It’s not exactly a rocky patch, but not very soft or warm either. I might as well go out for a walk and see the sunrise. I am sure it colors the sky in the same way … Continue reading No pain is greater
I couldn’t have missed that jaunty gait, even after a lapse of thirty years. A closer scrutiny creates some doubts. The color of the eyes is different. And … how come he has not aged in all these years? Well, he could be a look-alike. They say there are at least six people in the … Continue reading Stranger
“You will float through space, seeing the planets from a distance. The people and places you know will appear as tiny specks, but you will be able to recognize and communicate with them about your experience.” The tantric is in a deep conversation with my father. “You don’t look like you work for NASA.” I … Continue reading Journeys
The story started with a challenge set up thehauntedwordsmith, to be continued by the next tagged writer. STORY SO FAR (links given) https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/11/finish-the-story-6-11-august-2018/ “It’s in your blood, hun.” His mother’s response to the announcement that he was leaving home echoed in his ears. He knew she would be supportive, but he never expected to feel … Continue reading Baby in a basket
I fold a paper, spill ink and water on it, and fold it again. The pattern does not make sense. So, I take a gel pen and some pencils to embellish the pattern. My artistry looks good to me, and it is not half as complex as what this Rorschach fellow does. Maybe, he needs … Continue reading Artistry
The Grartor party last year was akin to the Ashley Madison data leak. The organizers had laid down facts with proof on the tables, but remained invisible themselves. It led to a lot of speculation along with break-ups and heartburn. Who could be masterminding this? The guy I spurned in college, because he was too … Continue reading Leaking goodwill
She was tough. She was indefatigable. She was notorious. She was the boss of an outfit described as mercenary. Yet, the courageous woman reporter of a TV channel showed the gumption to interview her. What makes you tick? I learnt early in life that fire needs ignition, fuel and oxygen to burn. There are plenty … Continue reading Sun Burns
I’ve fought a lifelong battle with tact and diplomacy – which I am told one cannot survive without, in certain settings. It goes under the garb of etiquette, manners and emotional intelligence. I understand that things need to be put across in a manner others can relate to, without feeling devastated. I understand skimming … Continue reading Tactless
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