A long-raging controversy on bamboo being a grass or tree ends today. The Government has modified the Indian Forest Act and classified bamboo as a type of grass. My botanist husband, having supported the opposite notion, is not looking too happy. He still thinks it is political and business convenience, and not a result of … Continue reading Laying to rest
On Sep 11, 2017 I wrote UNCONDITIONAL Paws hugging me at end of day take forlorn moods to bursts of joy winging on love unconditional I live again The flipover today CONDITIONAL moments of terror will be stories tomorrow scars will fade away I live – but wish that history not repeat itself again … Continue reading Not again
my gifted mindset ridiculed at - your poverty of imagination Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 113
Are You A Better Listener or Speaker? I am a better reader and writer, than listener or speaker. It is more about wavelengths than decibels. If You Were Asked To Design A Warning Label That Would Be Tattooed On Your Skin, What Would It Say? Stay away from volcanoes! What Are You Passionate About? Ideas, … Continue reading My World
“Is there a pattern to the arrangement of titles?” “That is my challenge tonight. Rearrange titles to let new stories emerge. They are waiting inside me for long, outside the pages of authors’ perspectives.” “That’s just partial freedom. Why does one need prompts or challenges?” (277 words) Twittering Tales #101
micro seconds feel like eternity just before one gets engulfed in the streaming web waves of Augmented reality Photo Challenge #229
It is a long drive, but success awaits us at the end. We are driving to put the final seal on a multi-million dollar business deal. Captain Hawkins was a hard nut to crack, and it has been a tough battle. “I kind of like the view generated by the wiper. It seems like getting … Continue reading Business Sense
thwarted ambitions spike internal tremors intensity unmatched pain of a fruitless life shakes the core of existence BrewNSpew Cafe - September 10
I see masks being peeled off revealing hollowness beneath confidence crumbling to fall in heaps on slithering ground I hear insides screaming on being scooped out but getting cleaned up in the process I feel the helplessness on being sucked into quicksand of life (44 words) Quadrille #64
Paragraphs I am a special mirror. People move through it, leaving reflections of their psyche. The inventor who created me committed an error. The images that pass through me remain locked there, even after the person has moved away. These images speak to each other, interact and create a lot of turmoil inside me. Their … Continue reading Prompts
