Making a death-bed of arrows for Pitamaha Bhishma was not easy. All excellence in archery becomes irrelevant, if one loves the person he is compelled to kill. But the war had to be won. Bhishma was living out his curse. He pledged celibacy, but lived to see four generations after his father. Though he was … Continue reading Arrow-bed
“I’ve always found comfort in sharing with friends than family. I could never imagine my brother could be so mean to me.” Julia had been wailing for the last ten minutes. “I agree, Julia. But have you ever realized why?” “Friends care and share…” “Yes. But there is no bone of contention between them about … Continue reading Rivalry
Cass was a nightmare in white silk and pearls. She wondered why Cass couldn’t wear something else to office. She had never done any harm to me. But seeing her took me down memory lane – religious heads dressed in white committing heinous crimes, the female lawyer in a white shirt and tie, who informed … Continue reading Nightmares
The honcho from Indian Police Service was on his official tour, and was allocated this guest house to stay. It brought back a flood of childhood memories. He had left this village, decades ago. In childhood, he had often wondered if somebody lived in that house. The house was barely visible in spring and summer, … Continue reading Haunted
I don’t need to be here where there is no trust hopes, dreams ignored I don’t need to be here I don’t need to be there where I’ve outlived utility discarded like trash I don’t need to be there Here to there- a tough journey to build a life of my own to find meaning … Continue reading Here to there
I spoke, but you did not listen Why this silent altercation? I’m not guilty of offending you Why the fazed agitation? You did not plant flying dreams in me Why this jittery murmuration? I’d rather not mention my aspirations lest it sparks - a conflagration? You never really belonged to me why do I fear … Continue reading In Denial (Translated from Hindi)
Milestones- carry burdens irony of being marked for being unmoved by unheard stories of characters on unknown journeys Maps - untraversed fields to plant hopes in travellers bear untold agony of seeing some dashed mute spectators - to marked destinies Thursday Photo Prompt : Way-stone #writephoto
Welcome to yet another week of exploration! Numbers are irrelevant. The journey of moving inwards is not time bound. PROMPT That which is unspoken becomes unspeakable - Adrienne Rich The rules remain the same. The format can be prose, poetry, a combination of both, a memory, anecdote, review of a book you read, a photograph or … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 60
“I like to dress in classic styles. It is safer to err on the conservative side.” “Classic is not vintage, but something that has stood the test of time.” “How does it matter?” “Wear what suits your personality to the tee, and becomes a part of you. It will go on to become to classic … Continue reading Classics
The meek shall inherit the Earth. It was meant to encourage certain personality traits. In my view, the average will, because going by the Law of Averages, they balance out extremes. The concept of ‘likeability’ actually boils down to being similar to others. Extremes of any kind, or even the different ones are quickly rejected, … Continue reading Genius or Idiot?
