Cold nights and bare branches are my canvas to paint life. Snow will cover everything soon, but greenery waits for spring – buried beneath shades of white and grey. This is the time I choose to impregnate darkness and write the future. Fear not … I’m a messenger of times to come. (279 characters) … Continue reading Future stories
The bonfire is lit, goodies ordered from the nearby bakery and I am dressed in my Sunday best. I chose to be on a vacation alone, away from the maddening crowds everywhere. The clock and calendar remind me it’s Christmas. Loneliness strikes. I await a few spirits to join me, but I need to choose … Continue reading Recharge
The solitary occupant of the place is seen sitting out on the bench, at times, and then walking back again with stooped shoulders and a forlorn expression, It appears that there is a search, a wait, a hope which remains unfulfilled. I wish he had decorated the place with lights and streamers. The red and … Continue reading The place that Santa forgot
It is what makes me so lovable. The likes and comments on social media define me. I look elated, drenched in adulation, wishing it could get inside. It just conceals the thirst for true love. The mask is my second skin, wanting to be first. (45 words) Weekend Writing Prompt #86
“The level of apathy Amanda displays horrifies me …. just how could anyone be so insensitive?” “Sensitivity is about being affected by something, not showing how one has been affected.” I did not fail to see the gratitude in Amanda’s eyes as I walked out. Being a photographer and painter, I’ve mastered the art of … Continue reading Bruised
The shoes have been there for years, but she has never stepped into those. Not because it is a despised pair, but because it is just not her. She has been declared an outcast after imposing a persona on her, which is not her. She surprises herself and the world with her nonchalance. There is … Continue reading Just not her
It is good to get out of a museum, to be out and about amongst the hoi polloi. I take a bus ride with students studying art, and hear umpteen stories about my real identity. The Leonardo guy is not liked much. Else, why would they make such erroneous assumptions about him? I just about … Continue reading Identity
My hair is done, makeup looks perfect …. I smile with satisfaction, as I step into my designer gown. I hope the evening is perfect. I need posh do’s to gloss over the fact that the year was a disaster. After all, it will be washed away in the expensive alcohol we consume tonight. The … Continue reading Posh evenings
I’m shivering in the cold, out here on the couch, with only my faithful puppy to keep me warm. ‘Click, click’ … No, place it here. This setting looks better. The white sheets are a good background, but are oh-so-crumpled. My baby cannot stop rolling over. Two Santas, and a smiley stuck on the Teddy’s … Continue reading Instagrammed
I expected at least one stocking under the tree, to have my name on it. But it’s not there. My mother left me in the car, strapped to seatbelts, and is busy partying inside. She expects me to cry myself to sleep. Well, this looks like …. darker than sleep. Is it the end of … Continue reading Dark Xmas
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