She is known to have lit up the sky, on this side of the Arabian Sea, and set afloat several yachts with merrymaking and music. And it doesn’t always have to be a New Year’s Eve. People beg and manipulate to be on the coveted invitation lists. It builds up their profile. It is no … Continue reading Explanations
“I’ve spent several mornings looking at the embedded figurines, trying to locate a pattern. Often, I fantasize about what they will have to say, if they came to life – to me and to each other. Was this pattern created or just superimposed on them? Did they live full, independent lives, or just enacted predetermined … Continue reading Processed
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
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
“What is kindness or rude behavior, other than the ability or inability to fit another into one’s life or schedules?” “Diversity and inclusion is an epic battle being fought on all prominent platforms. What do I make of your refusal to embrace the spirit of the initiatives?” “I respect individuality, and an individual’s right to … Continue reading Unending battles
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
I kiss the gloves that protect me – from people who would love to attack from my concealed lack of self-confidence from my fear of failure from the voice that stops me sometimes. I kiss the gloves that propel me to overcome weakness to believe that I can take on the world to keep moving … Continue reading I draw power
“I reconstruct the ugliness of my world every day”, famously said the junkie. “I channelize emotions in a constructive manner”, says the writer. “I get people hooked to seeing glam versions of themselves”, boasts the honcho of a social media platform. “I work very hard at getting people de-addicted”, moans the therapist. The reality of … Continue reading Sugar-coated
I am tired, drained out…. I desperately wish this is the last phase of life. I came here to speak to the dead. I came here to seek inclusion in their world. After all, they are the only ones who lie in peace. I see their perspective, and know what they missed out on. I … Continue reading Unknown destinations
She could neither cook nor bake, but her husband had been fine with it. They could afford domestic help, and he was a chef par excellence. She felt compelled to cheat in her eighties now. She ordered stuff from the nearby bakery, and messed up the kitchen to show she had been working. She longed … Continue reading Guilty pleasure
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