There were reports of people visiting an artist’s house and disappearing. Inspector Sherman stepped into the house gingerly, for investigations. The renowned artist, Shejin was an affable old man, who entertained the inspector with mulled wine. Sherman saw this fantabulous piece on the mantelpiece, and asked him about the significance. Shejin smiled, but his voice … Continue reading Fluidity of Thought
no horror strikes nor nightmares awaken encircled by love Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
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Professional journalist with a particular fascination for ferreting out and writing about the dirty underbelly of life.
Gaps
Journalism was a career I stumbled into, more a lazy indulgence that slowly turned into something deeper.
It served as an enabler, a force multiplier in terms of helping me first identify my true self through a very vigorous though painful process of trial and errors.
I am an author, a passionate writer and avid blogger besides a Communicator__ of ideas, thoughts, and skill sets.
Coach, career counsellor, trainer and writer.
The fields that I work in are chosen fields, closer to my core. Yet, it is a fluid state, as I need to zero down on one or maximum two options that will rule the course of my remaining life. I am yet evolving.
I plan to be a…
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The title 'Cracked Facade' stirred something. I could not resist a corporate account I had written on LinkedIn 2 years ago, though it is not in line with the festive spirit. THE PSEUDO-EMPATH THOUGHT-PROVOKING WORDS “Pseudo-empathy is packaged as finely tuned performance, an act that convinces most people. The narcissist focuses all of this attention … Continue reading The Cracked Facade
“There’s a different feel about the house.” His roving glance met the same furniture setting and décor. He was perhaps missing the fragrance of the white Mexican tuberoses Leila kept in the room on his visits. He had missed the subconscious association with the smell. Relationships do change with time, and Leila was embarking on … Continue reading Blossoming
I have realized over a period of time, that the children are happier with presents, than my presence on their special days. I have devoted my life wholly to them, after their father passed away, but I guess it is time for me to start filling up my holey life. May the Holy Spirit forgive … Continue reading A New Beginning
There was never a defining moment apart from the feeling that it was the end and that things had to change.
Like so much in life it was easier to think it than do it.
To leave a marriage after so many years when you truly thought the vows you took were sacred was not and never would be simple.
But when you saw the destruction that was happening not only to yourself but to your children the decision was a lot more manageable than you imagined.
To do so was to give up the person I was before, the cowering, compliant and pathetic self who had grown to hate life and whose day to day was all about fear. Fear of discovery, fear of retribution and fear of punishment on self and those who looked up to me.
I had to move away and become strong. I had to…
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the evening
arrives, but you don’t
I resolve
to forget
you and move on, tomorrow
will be ‘nother day
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18
Welcome to Week 18! I see you all busy with the rituals that we follow at this time of the year. It makes me wonder why do we need these. And the answer that popped up is - We need a renewal of faith, hopes, ambitions and modified action plans to suit current reality. It … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 18
