I loved RainBow till I studied Physics. The charm of the rainbow gradually disappeared. The arc transformed into a circle of knowledge, and lost the open element of awe. I was picking up wet laundry from the clothesline, after a shower, rather than look for the rainbow. I am sure, RainBow was mighty disappointed, and … Continue reading Rainbow in the Puddle
I needed to incite envy, to arouse Ruby’s interest in me. I spent the evening dancing with Julia, though she was not my type pf girl. Who cared, as long as I succeeded? Ruby did not appear to care either. I walked out alone, crestfallen, not knowing which one was the ex. Inspired by … Continue reading After the Party
Oh My God! Why did Lily have to be so over-the-top with her declarations of love? I remembered that it was Valentine’s Day, and the boy on the street was coaxing me to buy red roses. They reminded me of blood, and my choked arteries, as I hid the angiography report in the drawer. … Continue reading Red
The bridal henna was fading away, but Kitty had not allowed my husband to come near me. It was a tough choice between love and loyalty. (135 characters) Inspired by Twittering Tales #16 by Kat Myrman https://katmyrman.com/2017/02/07/twittering-tales-16-7-february-2017/
Juxtaposition has always helped a writer, a politician, adman or anybody seeking publicity. Julia drew attention to the virtues of a woman, by finely defining the characteristics of the vamp. But, the writer in her got stumped. Did intelligence lie in being dumb, virtuous, articulate or interesting? The most successful characters were the ones who … Continue reading Juxtaposition
He found himself in police lock-up, after an attempt to break into Daisy’s room through the window. He had managed to bypass the security guards, and climb up quick on the water pipe, to reach her window. Daisy was fast asleep with a magazine lying upside down on her bosom. He stood frozen in that … Continue reading The Lipstick Mark
And who was Daisy May? The movie page says “a delicious and hot country gal who's dying to discover the secrets of hillbilly humping – and so much more”. So much more, for sure, as I see a part of myself separated from the other, lost in the woods. When did I lose myself, and … Continue reading The Lost Self
The decanter made of crude etched glass, and the ceramic old man with a beard, were relics from my grandparents’ home. My wife, Lynda, found no place for them, in her plush residence, and had discarded those pieces in junk. I was no longer the rustic lad that I used to be. She had married … Continue reading The Concrete that Moved
The pigeons flew back home, and parked themselves on the stack of juicy sugarcane in the backyard. Their coo-ing announced the approaching dusk. It was a winter evening, which invited bonfires. Not for me though … the pigeons had been my time sensors, since I lost my sight in that fateful fire…. Inspired by … Continue reading Winter evenings
I have always loved your way of doing things, Tim the Timid! You placed a boulder on my path, but left ample space for me, to bypass it, and drive ahead. And I don’t hold it against you, either! Your wife does not like me, and somebody has paid you to do this. I have … Continue reading Timed
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