Sparkle dust on me Stars in my eyes, till the string is pulled away. Three Line Tales #Week 85
Till …
Openings
I met a writer who had hired a woman as a muse. The expression that attracted him to her was “You know my limits. I have no limits.” He would give her situations, and ask for her response or strategy, if she had been there. I am sure it gave him tremendous insights, and openings … Continue reading Openings
Pathways
The book I just finished reading ‘In Other Words’ by Jhumpa Lahiri. The book is about her mental journey in learning Italian, and the efforts to embrace the language as her own. She is an Indian brought up in America, who won the Pulitzer prize for the book, “Interpretation of Maladies”. Her novel “The Namesake” … Continue reading Pathways
ReInterpretations
Her voice trembled with indignation as she spat out the words, “Draupadi, the Princess of Panchal was gambled away in a game of dice, by her husband, Yudhishthir. The villains of the tale who proceed to strip her, are warned, rebuked and cursed, but not effectively stopped. What remains a mystery in the tale, is … Continue reading ReInterpretations
Rarely ….
“The cops have not taken positions. They are casually chatting away. This could never happen in my country. And see those guys clicking away. Social media will be abuzz with pictures of negligence tomorrow.” “Chill, buddy! They are off duty!” “Then, what are they doing here?” “They have never seen such a maverick President before. … Continue reading Rarely ….
Dolly’s Tea Party
The bread has turned mouldy. But I do not have the heart to throw away the remaining slice. Dolly had hosted a tea party. The toasted hearts were used as canapés. The open heart shapes were then stuffed with strawberry jam, and a McCain Smiley placed above it. The toasted wonders were then garnished with … Continue reading Dolly’s Tea Party
First-timers
The neighbourhood cat had chosen us to feed her. She followed the delivery boys and waited for the door to open, so that she could slink in. She enjoyed her afternoon naps on the living room carpet. One evening, we returned home to find her under the bed, with three new born kittens. We enjoyed … Continue reading First-timers
Nuptial Bonds
“My dress was stolen yesterday. The culprit has put it back, but outside the wrong room.” “We checked camera recordings. It’s your husband.” (139 characters) Twittering Tales #49 by Kat Myrman
Winter of Life
People stopped by to look at the lovely flowers. Some offered to buy. He would indulge in small chat, and then, politely inform them that it was not a plant nursery. The expanse of the almost empty house attracted attention. Neither furniture nor human beings were in visible range. He never offered water or coffee … Continue reading Winter of Life
Dissolution
Mrs. Kapoor had been locked up in the house for five days. The refrigerator stock was at an all-time low, as supplies were interrupted. The vendors could not reach the house. Domestic help was marooned in their homes, or battling for survival somewhere. She was old and infirm, and not fit enough to cook for … Continue reading Dissolution
