The picture fails to inspire me. My instructor for the Creative Writing course looked exasperated. Any specific reason? I suffer from ophidiophobia. This picture resembles the head of a snake. But it is not. Look at the tiny leaves growing around. It is the bark of an unusual tree. But, I will write about what … Continue reading Fear, Perspective and Approach
She : He betrayed my trust. Me : Did he ask you to trust him? She : No. But I thought he was a good person. Me : Did you, at any point of time, find signals to the contrary? She : Ummmm… Yes. But I thought it was a mood swing, or a temporary … Continue reading The Reversal of Nothing
My mother-in-law is the only one, who insists on calling just to chat. The rest of the world is well-mannered. They text me, or send messages on social media. I love the choice to reply at my convenience. Who likes huffing and puffing out of the bath, wrapping a gown around, to answer a call … Continue reading Tech-funnies
The woman in black finally decided to reveal her identity. I watched with bated breath, as she lifted her veil, and then, I almost stopped breathing for a while. She was not strikingly beautiful, as I had expected, but was a relic of the past. What had happened in her life, in the interim period? … Continue reading A Writer’s Dream
The rooster looked pensive. He had been awake for an hour, and there was no Sun on the horizon. He was not sure how many of the phone addicts depend on his call to wake up. But most of the females in his community had remained asleep. The few that woke up, ignored him and … Continue reading Good Morning
The boss signals me to take a seat without looking up from the screen, and grunts “Well …….” Reluctance to listen, weariness with the usual rants/complaints, disinterest in micromanagement is all so transparent in that grunt. I see and interpret, more than I hear. He appears to have a counter-attack ready, before I start talking. As … Continue reading Disinterested
I wonder how life can be so easy at times. Golden fields, beautiful trees and shafts of light all passing through a transparent haze greet me. My eyes are so used to obstructions and roadblocks, that they ache at this sight. Inspired by Sonya at Three Line Tales, Week 73
Rainy nights, waterlogging and traffic jams …. a lethal combination, but the monsoon is so incomplete without it. It was on one of those evenings, when we decided to take a diversion, and drive on the captive road for BPCL (Bharat Petroleum Corporation Ltd.). A friend had given me the right passwords to pass through … Continue reading A Rainy Night
The beauty of a clover, which looks like a heart from another angle is perceptible only to an artist. He brings it alive with vivid colors and contrasts it with the calmness of water around it. A poet sees romance in an isolated spot. What would a couple do on an adventure of this kind? … Continue reading Different Takes
The sky looked rather ugly, as if a flock of injured birds was returning after a lost battle. She felt like all those swabs of blood soaked cotton in the hospital dressing room, were carelessly strewn over the sky, but could not cover up or heal the wounds beneath. It was an ominous sign of … Continue reading The Return
