The Master loves to show off her ethereal beauty. He switches on the power supply, that drenches her in a watery shower, illuminated by multi-colored lights. The wow expressions on the faces around her, affirm that she is beautiful. The sharp tremors and vibrations running through her, induced by electric currents, are painful. Yet, she … Continue reading Charged Existence
Being everything to some people, and something to everyone takes its toll. Susan had struggled to retain her own identity. Yet, she felt like being several parts that did not add up to a whole. She moved to get up, but the tassels of her scarf were entangled in the drawer. Her stylist was right, … Continue reading Nerves
Raindrops ..... Life ...... From Wetness to Immersion Six Word Story Inspired by Sangbad Mitra and Sheetal Bhardwaj at Fortnight Friday Fables - 1
She was blessed with a better view of the external world, than the rest of the inmates. She was dumped here by her accomplished, well-to-do children. Three years in the mental asylum had taught her more about life, than a thirty-five year career in teacher in research. Inspired by Sonya at Three Line Tales … Continue reading Asylum
Being roasted and toasted has been an inseparable part of life. The cheering in response to the toast raised to our wedded bliss had barely died down, when I was hit on the face by my husband, for serving a burnt toast. Or was it fate jeering, “You want to be happy?” Inspired by … Continue reading Toasted
She wondered why certain things never change. The imperfect stone walls, the uneven pavement and the unstable manhole covers in the town were all the same, as she had left it ten years ago. She enjoyed walking on the pavement, and idly thought that her shoes and sunglasses were more expensive, than what she used … Continue reading Imperfectly Perfect
I was trained to tally signatures in my bank job. The best method was to look at the signature upside down. The slants and curves revealed themselves much better. I thought of the technique today, long after quitting the job. I was in my hometown, and preferred staying in the room, once occupied by my … Continue reading In Retrospect
Facebook Memories is a feature that should be scrapped. It reminds me of all silly observations made, stupid vows published and resolutions that I never acted upon. How could I, when life is so fluid, and nothing remains the same in a couple of years? Then, does it really make sense to plan anything for … Continue reading Why?
I’ve lived in ivory towers with silver spoons in my mouth. But this is downright scary. No minions to support me below, and the wind bites. (139 characters) Inspired by Kat Myrman at Twittering Tales #36
The rich man had spent a large part of his childhood in this park. He helped his father in selling candy, and gazed wistfully at the kids from more prosperous backgrounds having fun, and being pampered by their parents. He could have summarized his childhood in these green structures – of being green with envy. … Continue reading Green
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