A non-believer in the metaphysical realm, he is compelled by his daughter to take the meditation course. She finds him derisive at day-end, “The teacher asked me to imagine myself digging deep in the soil, plug underground and get charged. Will she make me fly to compensate in the next session?” “Dad, just keep doing … Continue reading Paranoia
The hope of a new world makes me want to leap… There are black holes in between. Black holes are also worlds discovered by a few, but no one comes back to talk about it. https://only100words.xyz/2021/04/22/three-line-tales-273/
The Managing Director called for an urgent meeting of all designers in the company. “Hereafter, all baby clothes will have pockets and will be in all possible colours - not majorly pink and blue. Change the store layouts to make them more inclusive.” “Is there a new directive on Diversity and Inclusion?” “No. I’m bringing … Continue reading Grinning away to victory
His eyes turn red, and muscles tense up - the onset of another manic episode. The synchronicity is uncanny - it happens after he worships the picture of his dead parents.. It is time to leave … history and characters in it.
Very few people know that the much-eulogised greenery and ambient temperatures of this small town are a gift from my father. I take pride in being born to this humble auto-rickshaw driver who carried seeds with him, and planted some on the roadside, whenever he did not have a passenger to ferry. When I lost … Continue reading OBITUARY
I take a walk down memory lane, and stop by the moss-covered milestones on the way. Why did they matter so much at that point of time, and why did they lose relevance later on? It was the dream of a child holding a balloon in hand, and wanting to fly, not knowing the competition … Continue reading Mossy stones
I’m grateful I can walk and run, but I wish I could fly. Mobility and speed matter in the race of life, but more so the perspectives. I see the world moving past me, but in the opposite direction, as I move in high gear. Then, I move my sights to the ones moving alongside … Continue reading Wind under wings
If you are a dreamer, come in.. The line is from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. Shel Silverstein is an American writer, poet, cartoonist, songwriter and playwright. The prompt is set by Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub We don’t walk around here, we float, without moving from our … Continue reading Floaters
I wish people keep telling stories and writing whatever comes to mind - on social media posts, blogs, books on whatever avenues are available to them. Stories held captive in a lockdown, are likely to change form later. The pressure they are subject to, will ignite rage within, and discolour facts. Rebellion will be an … Continue reading Repression
Freedom for her means only one thing - not being told what and how and when to do whatever she did. The acts she is reprimanded for, are not worth a thought to the saner people in the world. Like where and how should the dish-washing brush be placed, how much water should be used … Continue reading Freedom
