Hi, folks Week 53 promises to be different, as I turn the tables on you. This might seem to be a little more complex, but fun. And the number of words that you have to churn out is less. But who am I to decide that? You can choose to churn out a longer piece. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 53
A new life awaits entry into a turbulent world, being taken away from bliss -- by the waiting bus Three Line Tales #Week 136
“Can we paint the balcony in a different color?” I felt suffocated by the sight of similar-looking boxes. “I grew up in a commune, where individualism was not permitted” Shucks …. that was my grandmom again, laying down laws which nobody liked. I gave Dad a pensive look, “For how many days are we going … Continue reading Communism Returns
What is happening in the background? Whose voices are those which stop you? let disapproving monsters go Pandora let loose evils but managed to lock one Hopelessness – observe how hope still rules the whole world Joy! Weekly Tanka Poetry Prompt Challenge #112
My son asked for the moon today. I couldn’t reprimand the love of my life for placing impossible demands. And I couldn’t get the moon either. Lightning struck, in the form of a mythological tale I had heard in childhood. And I got the moon for him – in the mirror. I just had to … Continue reading Moon
With that, she walked into the rain and never looked back. How could she? A piece of art created with sugar could not have survived the intense fury of the rains. Nor could the roller skates which carried her take her to a safe place. The child who rolled her into the rains was happy … Continue reading Sugar Fairy
It takes a lot more than sorrow and joy, to be imperturbable BrewNSpew Cafe
There is a stranger on the door, early in the morning. It looks like he needs help, but his appearance is disturbing. We have heard umpteen blood-curdling stories about people on the other side of the border. It is said that citizens or soldiers who cross the border line have never returned alive. My Mom … Continue reading Not too sure
It is a foggy winter morning like any other, but there is an unusual heaviness in the air. There is a smell I don’t like, though it doesn’t qualify to be called a stench. The radio is on to keep me updated on the time it takes for the drive. I sense a traffic jam … Continue reading Not always good
There was something ominous about that number. She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman. Twittering Tales
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