The old man was reminiscing, “I travelled by train all year for my work, so that I could fly your mother to a holiday spot she fancied every year. I researched all year to find the best place that I could afford, and lied to my boss to manage leave. Those vacations were the stuff … Continue reading Round the Bend
I had looked forward to retirement, but honestly, the empty nest hurts a bit. I wait for the annual visit of my grandchildren, when we have a ‘Paper Boat Festival’, akin to the Kite Festival in Gujarat, and creativity in making a boat is rewarded. I deliberately lose every contest, so that they come back … Continue reading The Festival
‘Do you remember when we lived down there?’ ‘Not really it was too long ago.’ ‘Then you’re lucky.’ “What is that memory which pains you?” “It is embalmed and bandaged, and preserved in a pyramid.” “Why does that pain you?” “You and I were sworn enemies, and you lie next to me.” (52 words) … Continue reading Pyramids
The unguarded windows offered a ray of hope, amidst the pale yellow, gloomy sunlight that lit the lawns of this enclosure. It could be the path to freedom, or the end of a miserable life. Yet, none of the women residing there had ventured to do it. The underlying fear of rejection by the outside … Continue reading Ostracizing the Self
I and my voice, would have been struggling to find an identity, without the teachers and mentors who found me would have been an empty whistle, emanating from a deep hollowness, if lyricists had not given it a body. would be lost without the lights, camera, equipment and instruments would have struck a discordant note … Continue reading I and my voice
Why worship demons? Growth is a double edged sword, which can cut or carve It is only a measure. There should be a parameter, and it should move. The extent and direction of movement determines the quantum of growth, and the consequences determine the desirability. The elastic band propels or expels in directions unknown Recklessness, … Continue reading Demons of Growth
I can forgo love trappings of wealth and success and live happily only if life gave the space to hope and dream Challenge hosted by Elsie Hagley at Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 60 Image: gettattooideas.com
Richard’s soul must have turned in his grave, millions of times, seeing his beloved shed tears, sitting near his tombstone. I noticed new botanical species springing up, amongst the grass on the tomb. I remember our soulful conversations in the hospital. The writing was on the wall for us. He had to go. He promised … Continue reading Unspoken
Focus remains on the mystery of the veil half faces and rain cannot deflect attention from the charm of the unseen. Photo Challenge #178 at MLMM
The contestants were supposed to shoot the eye of the fish. The fish was fake and wooden, rotating like the blades of a fan on the top of a pole, and they were allowed to look only at the reflection in a tub of water beneath. Arjun was the reluctant winner, who got to take … Continue reading The Real World
