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
A petition from the Students’ Association is on my table. They want the start of the academic year to shift from July to October. Heavy rains, traffic jams and the long queues for admission exacerbate tension. I call the secretary, still lost in my thoughts, “Tell them we’re taking the process online. There is no … Continue reading Romancing the rain
“Five years have passed, but I don’t know why we split…..” said the wistful message from a number I’ve tried hard to forget. “I’m allergic to peanut butter, despite the nutritional value. Does that answer you?” “I’d like to know the cause of allergy.” “Persistence … I wish you’d let me go – without any … Continue reading Let me go
“This shot is an absolute masterpiece. Shall we use it as the opening or closing shot in the movie? Let the actor slowly turn around to face the audience or turn away.” “I guess both…” “Why?” “The story in between will happen below. The audience will identify more with that.” (273 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/09/24/twittering-tales-155-24-september-2019/
I remember passing through similar fields on a school excursion, and I tried drawing the picture with crayons. Crayon tips are thick, and I couldn’t get the strands right. Later in class, I was sitting behind Gloria Smith, the only one with golden hair in the class. Inspiration struck again, and I tried redoing the … Continue reading Golden strands
Her father’s love for burgers and wraps in Dunkin Donuts was a joke in the family. He visited the outlet regularly, but never opted for donuts. “Breakfast time”, he would enthusiastically declare as he headed out after his morning walk. “Dad, get something packed for us” was an occasional refrain in the house, and then … Continue reading Donuts and Wraps
Old John is an active environmentalist. The management of the old age home he lives in, are pulling a tree down to make way for the supply vans to move , and John is up-in-arms against the decision. The tree is an old friend to many inmates, and they’ve shared their joys and sorrows. The … Continue reading Sunset
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