How could I fail to see something that was so obvious? The nonchalant approach, feigned empathy, untrue words, occasional unresponsiveness – it all dripped from his persona. Yet, I foolishly believed that he will stand by me, because there was no other option, and he was the sole support in a deep cesspool. There is … Continue reading Pseudo-Empath
Life is an ongoing battle to get rid of demons and scars. Was it only a decade, or have they been building up for longer - a combination of varied elements in unknown proportions? 2020 can offer healing, only if it knows the exact nature of the infection. https://only100words.xyz/2020/01/02/three-line-tales-week-205/
She turned down invitations to kitty parties, and the ladies often quipped, “What do you do all day?” She had quit her job, but was always busy – writing, painting, building an enviable online profile. She volunteered, enrolled for many courses, and managed to complete ten of those. They never understood what she did. Some … Continue reading Life by Design
“We respect a work-life balance. A policy is being laid down that no official emails will be sent on weekends, and employees are free to not take a call on weekends.” The board room resounded with applause, to welcome the CEOs initiative. At long last, the core team could have some family time on weekends. … Continue reading Sordid tales
It was their first honeymoon together – second for her, and fifth for her husband. Both had been married and separated before, but they claimed to have found their final destination in each other. He clicked several pictures of her under the long-leaf pine tree at the entrance of the Taj Mahal. “Will you pine … Continue reading Unsafe
It is rare that I get treated to such luxury. I might as well take a nap before the real owner arrives. “Bow-wow”, it is time to move away quietly. https://only100words.xyz/2019/12/26/three-line-tales-week-204/
Constructing a memorial is no mean task. Each stone speaks the story of ideals, values, sacrifices, suffering and pride. The stories of those the warriors left behind are heart-breaking. They hadn’t asked for this, but are carrying forwatd the tradition with pride. I put aside the hammer and chisel, and think… the stone I’ve used … Continue reading Sculptor’s Story
I changed clothes I changed colors fawn to green to blue to red to suit commercial interests my image kicks off celebrations is ensconsed in tiny hearts… while many dressed like me are the soul of parties I lie here alone my spirit broken after all that I give and is given in my name … Continue reading Figments
I don’t know which way to look - whom to cheer and whom to jeer. The hubris of the majority hurts the minority pride, but they have no option other than making conciliatory sounds. It helps long-term interests, and they arrive at a new, peaceful manner of co-existence. Suddenly they find that new dividing lines … Continue reading Wounded
“I need money for my annual trip to Ajmer, to thank Gods for their mercy throughout their year.” “Well… travel, food, lodging and boarding expenses, coconuts, flowers, sweets for the temple and chaddar for the Dargah, cash for the donation box, fees paid to so-called guides and middlemen … amounts to a neat sum, and … Continue reading Pilgrimage
