My father is breathing his last. He is the only support I’ve ever had in life. I lost my mother in infancy, and did not have any siblings. A relationship was initiated, but ended badly due to my insecurities. The girl found me too possessive and clinging. I hold his hand, as his breathing gets … Continue reading Confession
“I’m sick of magic mirrors”, my teenage daughter protested, “I don’t like seeing grotesque forms of myself.” “These are not those deforming, illusionary mirrors. You will be transformed forever.” His voice appeared to come from another plane. “What? You mean deformities will be permanent?” “There are no deformities here. The tormentor and tormented look alike, … Continue reading Games people play
“The haziness of a disappearing platform and culture is evident in this artwork. The artist was planning to retire.” “Does an artist ever retire? There are curators who work at preserving art.” “Do you won a museum or art gallery?” “I build castles out of the sands of collective experience. The story of this artist … Continue reading Curating Experience
Dominic bowed his head to hide his face. He forgot that he did not need to do so, after the plastic surgery which has changed his appearance. It was an instinctive response on seeing the person who trusted him, but was backstabbed. He wondered if she had recognised him. But his body language was enough … Continue reading First Line Friday
It was a client who gave the counsellor the right perspective. “The problem is we cannot have part of a person. We need to accept the whole, though certain parts are so exasperating.” Parineeta thought about her husband who mirrored her father’s value system, and had attracted to him for that reason. He valued family, … Continue reading Paradox
I see people praying around me, but not for me. My flame wavers, but there is no protection from gusty winds and unseasonal rains. They derive hope from me, but do not recognise the agony within. Colour bursts are captured in two-dimensional images, circulated and glorified, but the depth of my existence remains unexplored. I … Continue reading Afterglow
Sarah Potter for Friday Fictioneers “Keep tabs on his team. I want a report of every movement they make.” “I thought Nelson is the suspect.” “He is. But he is not stupid enough to do things openly in broad daylight, and get caught.” “So?" “So, track the shadows. Shadows speak the truth. Then, make corrections … Continue reading Forensic Investigation
It is easy to set schedules, drive others and get results. She is known for her result oriented-ness in the company. The most difficult part is wrangling with her rebellious ethical conscience. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/11/14/weekend-writing-prompt-183-wrangle/
Sunday Photo Fiction- Photo by Tarren Elliot He has tears in his eyes, as his daughter wheels him to the operation theatre. She is a renowned surgeon, and he is happy to see that her hands do not waver. When did his daughter grow up? The last he remembers was holding her up in his … Continue reading Consciousness
Six Sentence Stories I take a bow to the deafening applause on the “Film Maker of the Year” Award. The acceptance speech was rehearsed several times, but I find myself swirling in a sea of emotions, seeing the myriad expressions around me. “It is all about editing skills,” I say, “different clips from different lives … Continue reading Story-tellers
