She was tough. She was indefatigable. She was notorious. She was the boss of an outfit described as mercenary. Yet, the courageous woman reporter of a TV channel showed the gumption to interview her. What makes you tick? I learnt early in life that fire needs ignition, fuel and oxygen to burn. There are plenty … Continue reading Sun Burns
During a session in neuro-linguistic programming, she was asked to imagine the peak of happiness, and visualize being swathed in golden-yellow light. It was like a magic bulb she was supposed to switch on in depressing moments, to migrate to a different mindset. It seemed like quackery, then. Fifteen years later, she had lost her … Continue reading Yellow tent
We traversed the same road, same time the ride not always so smooth. one warned the other, of an oncoming ditch and managed to save many a glitch. But we had to bid goodbye- It was only a trip, my workplace friend! We shared the latest news analysed all possible views a shared background in … Continue reading The WorkPlace Friend
expressions capture minds, hearts empty words just vanish from the core of memory leaving dark imprints Fandango's One Word Challenge
Welcome to Week 48 Today’s challenge is fairly simple. Just use the given sentence somewhere in your piece – poem, story, anecdote, memory, quotation or anything else. You may choose to just take the theme, and not use the words in your piece. She walked through fire, but was not burnt by it…… LAST … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge -Week 48
shafts of light scattered like leaves opportunistic grass growing on moisture fail to define my path I know it lies elsewhere in the thick of woods. Passages lead to predetermined destinations Paths build the traveller and create benchmarks Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
It was a boys’ night out, and they wanted to have some fun. They found a human body to play around with, to satisfy their carnal desires. The ambitious creatures used every trick in the trade to get what they want, and added a number to their manhood. Maybe, they were fuelled by a desire … Continue reading Damaged
The strangest thing I see in my neighbourhood are dogs. They are willing to love unconditionally, stay hungry if the master is not around to feed them and exist with the sole purpose of loyalty to a particular human being. They give happiness only by being what they are. Neither do they ask for things … Continue reading Strange
I’ve fought a lifelong battle with tact and diplomacy – which I am told one cannot survive without, in certain settings. It goes under the garb of etiquette, manners and emotional intelligence. I understand that things need to be put across in a manner others can relate to, without feeling devastated. I understand skimming … Continue reading Tactless
shape of receding shadows sharp glances thrown sideways heaviness of short breathing eloquent parting moments Tuesday Poetics
