There is a battle of wills – between the carved out path to success and a value system not in consonance with the same. It is not a head-on collision which throws me off, but an overarching cover which hampers flight. Fight as hard as I may, the cover is rooted somewhere deep inside me, … Continue reading Flying dreams
I check on the guest list once again. The pool is cleaned up, chairs in place, ice buckets and glasses laid out, and the aroma of fresh food emanating from the catering enclosure. I want this party to be perfect – before the water freezes. I check the phone to see if somebody is dropping … Continue reading In anticipation
The sky is clear, and the day bright. It is a level playing field, as much as one can expect. But what hits the psyche is the emptiness of it all. I returned here after a lapse- to the ideal place of my dreams. I wanted to be away from the VUCA world, back to … Continue reading Anachronism
What is that mask you are wearing? I asked you to dress as a scarecrow. Is that how all men see women? Why do we get into feminist arguments all the time? We are dressing for a theme party. I chose ‘Mermaid reversed’. It does not fit into the given theme. Watch the male interest … Continue reading Mermaid Reversed
“Isn’t he cute, Mama?” “Yes. He is. But you can’t cuddle him like a soft toy. Keep your hands in.” Click. Click…. Humans…. They never understand we’re a friendly lot treated well. Their interest ends after a few click sounds. I fancy the cute kid, though .. soft, must be yummy…. mmm (280 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/01/twittering-tales-156-1-october-2019/ … Continue reading Mmm…
The sky is so clear after several weeks. Vale smiles at me, as he looks up. I can’t recall when did I see him smiling last. Life has not been easy for us, but he will never know. He blames us for the unrest he feels within himself. He has reacted adversely to his mother’s … Continue reading Mirage of clarity
The woods waited for her, every day she passed the ancient sickly trunks, she felt the wind still with their bated breath. She used to be terrified. She could visualize the stark branches bending down to strangulate her, and her body getting embedded in the gnarled shapes of the trunks. She would neither be dead … Continue reading Her Gods
“I don’t want an epitaph on my grave.” “Why?” “All my life, I’ve felt misunderstood or not understood by family and friends. I prefer being unremembered rather than being mis-remembered.” “Do you feel your life has been wasted?” My coach instincts are sharpened. There is something in here, which will give a clue to other … Continue reading I don’t want an epitaph
I move towards the grey skies of autumnal years in life, knowing I may not see another spring. A burst of colors, hope and unadulterated joy intervenes. All is not lost – there is always a cause to live for – as long as one is alive. https://only100words.xyz/2019/09/26/three-line-tales-week-191/
“Look here! This photograph is taken from an interesting angle. And we did not have phones to click those days…” I enjoy weekend afternoons with my grandson. Today, I am showing him old albums, where the photographs are stuck with quaint photo-corners. “Granpa, do you remember everything about those days?” “Yeah, sure … vividly.” “Tell … Continue reading Falling short
