There is a distinct sense of déjà vu about the place. Have I been here before? The asymmetry of the benches, the contrast of the age-ing haystacks against the tall and slender green beauties around speak of a certain conflict, a dichotomy which has held me in abeyance for long. Is the memory important? Or … Continue reading Afterthoughts
Did I say I don’t like you? No. I’ve always shown respect. The fake clipped accent, ostentatious style statements, streaks of manipulation in your smile, fabricated warmth, mocking voice and oh, the depth of lies in your shifty eyes is all anathema to me. I show respect which is not your due.
The neon glow enveloped the city built by and for corporations. The emaciated figure on the sidewalk crouched under the bench. He was one amongst the hundred workers retrenched, because a MNC had taken over the company. He heard the news blaring on TV, from open windows. A businessman who had escaped the country after … Continue reading The next meal
Bozo growled and Kitty mewed loud in protest, when I said it was raining cats and dogs outside. They were safe and cosy in their beds, and ready to sleep. “Mom, please do your research before you speak. I don’t like my babies being upset.” “Will you do that for me?” “Yes. The word is … Continue reading Cata doxa
“It took twenty-eight long years of struggle to reach eminence.” My father’s story was interrupted, “Granpa, are you Eminem?” “No, darling, the word is eminence. It means reaching a certain height where you tower over others – metaphorically.” “Two difficult words – what is metaphorically?” “Like, you are the magic which transformed my life, when … Continue reading Teaching
I know not what shadows remain I step into a new era -not necessarily better https://only100words.xyz/2019/03/28/three-line-tales-week-165/
There was a celebration in the deep, dark woods – their Master, the Devil had taken birth in the human world. His first masterful act was to kill his mother – she died during childbirth. His father, in a state of shock, refused to see the child, and uttered the words – “Oh, May he … Continue reading Damned
“I’m very excited to be interviewing a time traveller. It is a first for me and the channel. Tell us, Mr. Jeevan, what did you see on your journey to different eras in time?” “Quite a lot, but I was disappointed when I tried to connect the dots between different eras. Life is not static. … Continue reading Time Traveller
My husband will understand this better. He is the textile engineer. I try to wriggle out of the job of writing for this prompt. But he is not creative at all. And who will read a textbook? I see poetry in this picture. He will see the production process. I take my diversion in blogging. … Continue reading Fabricated
“Individualism is a form of escapism, if you refuse to take responsibility for another’s life and expect them to manage their own.” “But are others not happy with their freedom?” “Maybe, they need help. Can we dissociate ourselves from a collective human responsibility?” “No. But you need to differentiate exchange from charity, and authoritarianism from … Continue reading Escapism
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