It is great to receive a long-awaited message, but what if the messenger is ominous? Mia, the daughter of an army officer, had grown up with cats and birds in the house. Surprisingly, her cats and pigeons were friends, and lived in complete mutual trust. She loved shooting those unusual kitty videos, and posting them … Continue reading Trust
Marcy looked as beautiful as a peacock dancing in the rain, sheathed in green velvet. Unlike the peacock, she was not trying to attract a mate. She was just celebrating her new-found freedom, after getting the divorce decree. Inspired by Sonya at Three Line Tales #Week 76 Image: Sam Burriss via Unsplash
Liberation appeared to be a distant dream. She eyed the world outside with hope, and saw only desire. It seemed as if people sold their souls before entering the red streets, and carried only their maniacal bodies. She saw human beings in parts, never an integrated whole with a mind and soul. Julie had been … Continue reading Living in parts
Why did John have to place the jar with those shiny junk pieces on her desk? The beautiful painting on the left, and the greenery outside inspired her to weave poetry. The unseasonal showers had lent a dewy look to the garden, and the sun was now peeping through a rainbow. She wished he had … Continue reading Shiny Objects
She silently laughed at anyone who cared enough to follow her. Rich, she was not… Scared, never …. Beautiful, no more ….. Or was she? To the one who partnered her footsteps on the sand, in the twilight. This was the well-kept secret of her perennial years. A romance that imprinted her soul, and she … Continue reading Imprints
The screeching needle was stuck there, just like his life. Who, but a forgotten singer, would play a disc in the times of digital music? (136 characters) Inspired by Kat Myrman at Twittering Tale #40 Image: pixabay.com
It is an exhilarating feeling. The vagabond lingers on, lazily on the terrace, under the false impression that the clouds are trying to touch him. He looks at the tiny people and buildings down below, and feels like God. ‘Every dog has his day’ is not just a phrase. Then, the doubts started creeping up, … Continue reading Vantage Point
There was an initial awkwardness about meeting Janet again in the workplace, which they both managed to overcome in a short time. It was exhilarating to see the old camaraderie being revived once again. Soon, he became her trusted friend, guide and mentor in the workplace. The trap was laid, and the victim blindfolded. She … Continue reading A cakewalk
She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope. The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer…. How did the clouds mimic my mother so well? (50 words) Note: 'Bindi' … Continue reading Malleability of Spirit
For how long has the lighthouse been there, in the middle of the sea? The ships have moved, using information relayed by it, and escaped hazardous shoals and reefs. Have they, or have they not? Maybe, they own better technology – the electronic beacons and navigational systems. I am forever on the move – mentally … Continue reading Self-Doubt
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