There is a stranger on the door, early in the morning. It looks like he needs help, but his appearance is disturbing. We have heard umpteen blood-curdling stories about people on the other side of the border. It is said that citizens or soldiers who cross the border line have never returned alive. My Mom … Continue reading Not too sure
It is a foggy winter morning like any other, but there is an unusual heaviness in the air. There is a smell I don’t like, though it doesn’t qualify to be called a stench. The radio is on to keep me updated on the time it takes for the drive. I sense a traffic jam … Continue reading Not always good
There was something ominous about that number. She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman. Twittering Tales
ticking heartbeats define worthwhile moments of life hacking joy but fail to outlive allocated spans all bodies which are birthed face a life sentence work and struggle to prolong the term till death tears them apart from the soul Weekly Writing Prompt #157
she knew what pain meant being square in round holes who would de-shape whom? SoCS
She is born with this disturbing ability – of separating the fake from real, effortlessly. It creates discomfort in people around her. They try to frame her for wrongdoings, and make her feel guilty. She is often accused of taking a different path- the only path she has ever known. Is living for her own … Continue reading Outlaw
once again, I observe it’s that time of year the world celebrates it does not excite me the drudgery of life! Haikai Challenge #49
Anna’s mother is a good cook. Or so she thinks she is… It has moved to the extent of being an obsessive compulsive disorder. She cooks and cleans to perfection, even if there was domestic help to do it, feed and pamper a male member of the family (husband, son, grandson, son-in-law, whosoever lived under … Continue reading Emotional Abuse
Summer died that night global warming submerged in frozen oceans overturned as humanity forgot to breathe a cold terror of anti-humans took over reins of the world. unseeing eyes unfeeling skins hear sounds of disaster in their muted existence they belong to an extinct species which understood pain now anaesthetized by the numbness of … Continue reading Summer died that night
Now attracts living heads lingers lazily becoming a bottleneck for Past to zoom into the Future, leaving milestones Earth rotates and revolves, toppling ambitions – “Do you know exactly where do you stand?” Reena's Exploration Challenge #Week 52
