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
She is born with this disturbing ability – of separating the fake from real, effortlessly. It creates discomfort in people around her. They try to frame her for wrongdoings, and make her feel guilty. She is often accused of taking a different path- the only path she has ever known. Is living for her own … Continue reading Outlaw
Anna’s mother is a good cook. Or so she thinks she is… It has moved to the extent of being an obsessive compulsive disorder. She cooks and cleans to perfection, even if there was domestic help to do it, feed and pamper a male member of the family (husband, son, grandson, son-in-law, whosoever lived under … Continue reading Emotional Abuse
“I will not give my land. The price you offer is not enough to sustain me, and I don’t have any other means to earn a livelihood.” “Do you understand that this is for a mega-project, which will change the face of the countryside. History will not forgive you for being a bottleneck in progress.” … Continue reading Bottleneck
I stopped in my tracks, on seeing this very intriguing picture. I’m sharing it will all of you as a prompt for this week. It raised a lot of metaphysical questions. I wonder if there could be a light-hearted response to this, such as As long as Later does not arrive….. And if Later is … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 52
The story lay captive on the library shelf, waiting to be discovered, but the right reader had not come as yet. It needed a particular person to know what the trauma meant, and what caused it. The story had started in the same library, two decades ago – meeting someone, an attempt to escape the … Continue reading Story in captivity
He is unable to decide which world is darker – the one he has left behind, or the one he is travelling through the sky now, with an unknown chaperone. Back home, he had heard of a character called Yamaraj, and this guy could probably be him. It does not matter really, as he longs … Continue reading sURREAL
“I like the mirror, but am not too sure of the angle of its placement. Is it meant to reflect the vehicles driving in, or to multiply happiness by reflecting the sky?” I’m a freshly minted feng-shui consultant, and like to distribute knowledge free of cost, to all those who care to listen. Aunt Maria … Continue reading Locked up
Life is not very exciting on the shore. The temptation to fly high and survey the scene on the ground is always high. At times, I do indulge in it. Water surfaces look beautiful like sheets of glass, and I hope someone down there is seeing my reflection. But I always come back here – … Continue reading Waiting
“You will float through space, seeing the planets from a distance. The people and places you know will appear as tiny specks, but you will be able to recognize and communicate with them about your experience.” The tantric is in a deep conversation with my father. “You don’t look like you work for NASA.” I … Continue reading Journeys
