Transitions galore

I refuse to be pulled back in time. Let them uncoil history, and interpret it in the manner they like. Let them paint me in black or white. I will charge ahead and take life head on. Maybe, they won’t recognize me as I change colors and disappear at high speed. transitions galore tell me … Continue reading Transitions galore

Loaded silence

Let them hear their voices echo against the walls, on a chilled night. Let it induce terror in their cruel hearts, and freeze their dirty hands. I have vowed to remain silent today. The robbers are in. I will play back the sounds tomorrow, when my people return. (261 characters)   Twittering Tales #117

Last night

It is New Year’s Eve, and the place looks bare without the streamers and balloons. But she can hear the music playing, and the image of her little one dancing looms large in her mind. It is her last night in this place. She will go back to a country she used to call home, … Continue reading Last night

A way of being

She kept driving into the wilderness – aimless and directionless. The calendar year was something she wanted to leave behind, and erase all memories. The unusual flowers forced a stopover. Some looked like smiling faces of kids, and others like monsters waiting to pounce from the woods. Once again, she felt stuck between the past … Continue reading A way of being