The Sixarians are an interesting bunch of people - intellectuals with distinctly different styles of writing, drawing inspiration from different feeds across the world, who come together to share ideas when Denise hosts her weekly event. Are they branches of the same tree? Not really, they are roots, branches and leaves who combine to make … Continue reading Branches
It’s almost dawn, and embers in the fireplace glow in the dark. Spent fuel lends its last bits of energy to the world. I guess you know that the doctors have given up. Else, what could make you tell me all those stories, as if you are rewriting the truth? Tell me … when we’ve … Continue reading Final moments
“You don’t like me because I’m not like you. Take time to understand that I’m different, because I’ve invested a lot of time and effort in being so, in giving a structure to my life that helps in nurturing my own dreams.” Tears well up in my eyes, obstructing further reading of the note. Only … Continue reading Too Late
“Sell off this junk. Buy some decent things." My son is visiting us for Christmas. “The income from this store took care of your college education. Now my health does not permit running it.” “I’m a brand new person after college. Renewal is the name of the game. You need to change the scene around … Continue reading Going with the wind
It was my first day at work as a repossession agent. “Do you have the number to call an ambulance?” Dan asked. “What for?” “Loan defaulters often get collywobbles or feign myocardial infarctions when you approach them. They should be hospitalized immediately, lest you are slapped with a suit.” Three days later… “I can’t believe … Continue reading Framed
We’ve always been here, seeing each other, communicating in deemed interactions –where words are exchanged but understanding is zero. It’s like a transparent film separates us, but also serves as a string that does not let us drift too far apart. Born to the same parents, the manner in which we absorbed the same reality … Continue reading Twins
The journey from this point to that which was so arduous before, does not hold appeal. My feet and bottom are too big to get on those shaky metal rods. When did I outgrow myself? How cool is it to not know the possibilities, the horizons that lie beyond your view and see yourself as … Continue reading Intended Destinations
The mirror tells me time has run amok. This wrinkled and gray-haired person can’t be me. My spirit revolts, but has no words. It plays its game nevertheless. Birth certificates are dated in the future. Mashup for Friday Faithfuls and Weekend Writing Prompt
Jamie wonders if the office will miss him, as he walks out after quitting his sixth job. It was not very long ago, when the Chief’s voice was singing his praise in the corridor, loud enough for everyone to hear. He was hailed for his efficiency and delivery against targets. Today, they accepted his resignation … Continue reading Hallowed Circles
“The weather looks lovely outside.” “The tales it carries from faraway lands may not be pleasant”, says Hazel as she fiddles with the remote flicking news channels. He was fed up with being imprisoned … Yes, perhaps that is what an ultra-protected life means. He was fed up with being controlled by an almost invisible … Continue reading Lure of freedom
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