“The beginning and end are indications of a finite entity. If you see life as a journey from birth to death, it is finite, being a story of the mortal body. But the spirit is not.” “Then, what is the spirit?” “It is intangible, weightless, immeasurable and boundless. It is a part of me, but … Continue reading Conversation
I am surprised by the news that Sunil is migrating to Canada. The IIM topper was grabbed by a company at a fancy package. He had switched jobs twice after that, and appeared to be coasting along on a cushy ride. “I know you made a pile, Sunil, but why Canada? You had some ideas … Continue reading Crossfire
Sparkle dust on me Stars in my eyes, till the string is pulled away. Three Line Tales #Week 85
I met a writer who had hired a woman as a muse. The expression that attracted him to her was “You know my limits. I have no limits.” He would give her situations, and ask for her response or strategy, if she had been there. I am sure it gave him tremendous insights, and openings … Continue reading Openings
The book I just finished reading ‘In Other Words’ by Jhumpa Lahiri. The book is about her mental journey in learning Italian, and the efforts to embrace the language as her own. She is an Indian brought up in America, who won the Pulitzer prize for the book, “Interpretation of Maladies”. Her novel “The Namesake” … Continue reading Pathways
Her voice trembled with indignation as she spat out the words, “Draupadi, the Princess of Panchal was gambled away in a game of dice, by her husband, Yudhishthir. The villains of the tale who proceed to strip her, are warned, rebuked and cursed, but not effectively stopped. What remains a mystery in the tale, is … Continue reading ReInterpretations
“The cops have not taken positions. They are casually chatting away. This could never happen in my country. And see those guys clicking away. Social media will be abuzz with pictures of negligence tomorrow.” “Chill, buddy! They are off duty!” “Then, what are they doing here?” “They have never seen such a maverick President before. … Continue reading Rarely ….
The bread has turned mouldy. But I do not have the heart to throw away the remaining slice. Dolly had hosted a tea party. The toasted hearts were used as canapés. The open heart shapes were then stuffed with strawberry jam, and a McCain Smiley placed above it. The toasted wonders were then garnished with … Continue reading Dolly’s Tea Party
The neighbourhood cat had chosen us to feed her. She followed the delivery boys and waited for the door to open, so that she could slink in. She enjoyed her afternoon naps on the living room carpet. One evening, we returned home to find her under the bed, with three new born kittens. We enjoyed … Continue reading First-timers
“My dress was stolen yesterday. The culprit has put it back, but outside the wrong room.” “We checked camera recordings. It’s your husband.” (139 characters) Twittering Tales #49 by Kat Myrman
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