Amnesia is not a dreaded word. It has not been one for decades. One can find life again and reconnect. Somehow, this episode is different. I find myself in a world without Facebook and Instagram. There is no digital backup of life, and no tattoos on my body. The fire has damaged more than my … Continue reading Human mind
It’s an unusual sight – soldiers pouring in bottles of Old Monk rum down the throat of a frozen mule, to generate heat within. The mule is a comrade who stepped on thin ice, with a burden on his back, and was buried in snow. There is no way that a soldier lets go of … Continue reading Fire in the snow
The face I meet inside is not as scary as the ones etched on the gate. She has pale, alabaster skin with a wide-eyed innocent look. I wonder aloud how she lives alone in that expansive space. I expect fear in her eyes, but surprisingly, she looks okay with it. Born to the manor, perhaps, … Continue reading I don’t like being alone
The sky was clear now, after a rainy spell of many years …. that’s right – years, not days or months. She had wished to soak in encouragement, enthusiasm and admiration. But her near and dear ones had chosen to be dampeners instead. They feared her power, the expanse of her flight and they feared … Continue reading Alone
A wing fell off, right in middle of the act, and little Linda forgot her lines. She could get up and walk. She could recognize her classmates and teachers in the audience, who were not there, a while ago. What happened to all those elves and sister fairies, who were guiding her to reach out … Continue reading Why Wing It?
Oneness redefined in shadows of the infinite How small do we look under the blue umbrella? Will holding each other add a little more weight give us some presence in nature’s scheme of things? And then the sky speaks- I am what I am not with the height or intangibility but – because I … Continue reading Expansiveness
“I don’t like this place.” “It’s your new home, Hannah! You chose this.” “I chose a person, not the place and culture. I don’t change as an individual, because I like a particular person. I’m not compelled to adopt a different culture and lifestyle.” “Girls do it everywhere, when they marry in a different country, … Continue reading Making it work
Pillow fights are now a thing of the past, soft and all forgotten, forgiven in the morning. Words thrown around – carelessly or with a deliberate intention to pierce the heart, do hurt a lot more. But we are grown up now, wiser and know all about inheritance and wealth management. https://katmyrman.com/2019/02/26/twittering-tales-125-26-february-2019/
I am an artist. I paint wounds in colors I saw, or in colors they become in vintage. I use sharp tools to express intensity of my emotions. It might hurt someone else, but what else do you expect from pain? The real question is whom do I hurt. The ones who inflicted pain on … Continue reading Painfully yours
“Don’t hit me. I’m your friend…” Stella sounded desperate, but at the same time, her hands were around Murphy’s neck, trying to strangulate him. The remaining four were trying to separate them. “What kind of monster friend are you, Stella? You’re killing him.” “No. I don’t want to.” She was now sobbing. The innkeeper’s stern … Continue reading Shoes with a soul
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