General

will I have to leave
cocoon of memories to
find my true colors

In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 17

1 A teacher and writer of English and Drama, a parent, naïve and yet willing to learn all I could, the perpetrator of numerous mistakes where I learned eventually to pick myself up off the floor and move forward.

2 Rejoicing in the freedom to be me, reaching out to my children and grandchildren doing all I can to be there for them.

3 Growing old with a modicum of wisdom and being loved for the person I am.

Struggling against the stream of life I have come to a pond of tranquillity where every day is a good day, some better than others.

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Here is a character narrating different episodes from her life. You get an idea of the overall personality. Pick just one sentence from the story, and develop further on that.

MAYA: LITTLE MORE THAN ILLUSION

By Neel Anil Panicker

I see the rage in my boss’s eyes and know that is time to quit. Or, more appropriately, that is time for me to be asked to quit.

There he is, sitting opposite me, in that favourite swivel chair of his, the chair, the specific make and colour that I helped him to chose, staring down at me, those limpid blue eyes now a raging red, its pupils trebly enlarged, the nerves threatening any moment to burst out.

I bravely refuse to give in and like a fool who rushes in where angels fear to tread, I lock eyes with him.

I see his head…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 6- 

Battles of life

I refused to do the things that nice, domesticated girls were supposed to do, and spent all my time in my grandfather’s library.

It wasn’t that I was rebellious or anything it was more that I was not interested in growing up trained in domesticity as my mother insisted.

The ritual Monday morning stripping of beds and re-making with starched sheets and tight hospital corners drove me crazy.

Rather I snuck off whenever I could to grandfather’s library and buried myself in his many wonderful texts.

Grandfather had been an engineer, and I was drawn to all things to do with that. He had multiple volumes, and I found myself devouring the ones that dealt with mathematical issues. Alongside that, the physics of engineering fascinated me more and more.

I found there was a corner of his library where I could secrete myself and read to my heart’s content.

My…

at the age of twelve
she longed to play with his toys
she’s still trying to
prove to her aloof mother
she’s as good as her brother

In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 16

she
thinks
that her
son is a
spitting image of
her father – seeks his approval

In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 15