What would I say to Harvey Weinstein? Nothing. That species only deserves to be ignored. What would I say to the guys I trust and respect? Again, nothing. They must have done something to earn the respect and trust. I will continue to enjoy casual and careless chatter with them, without fear of repercussions. I … Continue reading What?
I look into your eyes, as my beak is pointed towards the half-eaten biscuit held in your balanced hand. You are the kind soul who has been feeding me for several weeks, and I am suitably grateful for small mercies. But, I am just curious to know – who takes the first bite? (3 Lines … Continue reading Curiosity
The grey suit looked dapper with a white shirt, navy tie and a silver collar-pin. However, Harvey changed the tie for a red one, and carefully added a flower on the lapel. He had to be at his charming best. He quite enjoyed his Casanova reputation built up over the years. It was a night … Continue reading A Splash of Red
The sight of a grey sky always pulled her down. She was not sure, if she was imagining the red streaks on the sky, or if they were real. She looked at the dense fog, and wondered if the sunlight was cutting through the fog, or the fog was overpowering sunlight. The latter appeared to … Continue reading Loss
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TRUST MUST NEVER BITE THE DUST
By Neel Anil Panicker
“No Mr Krishna, that’s not enough. You need to do more. Much more than what you have done?”
The Director of ‘Coaching First’ scratched his bald head, looked across the table at the girl sitting opposite to him and wondered what else could he do or have done.”
‘But what else is there to be done, Akshara. The guilty has been punished. In fact I have slapped him with a suspension order”. I have also…’
“Cut it, Mr Director. Slapped with a suspension order! What a joke! These are mere tokenisms. Jingoism, I would say. Playing to the gallery. What you did is nothing out of the ordinary though I admit even this much is beyond someone else. But believe me, I would have been more happy if you had slapped that…
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I grew up with the notion that the sky sheds tears at night, which we see as morning dew. It awakened compassion in me for the stars and moon, and I thought about what made them cry. Was it a lesson not learnt, or an incomplete school assignment? The botany lessons lessened my sympathy a … Continue reading Vanishing Magic
mirage of life keeps hope floating around just enough to live what we call fate reminds us of the grand illusion In other words, illusion at Patricia's Place
wounds become medals stirring memories of pain and courage in war I placed trust in someone, and struggle to hide the scars Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 68
textures of history arouse curiosity I touch to feel the spirit but it has disappeared aeons ago left behind are interpretations perspectives and convenient tales colored by biased eyes give me a voice a maiden script I will be a soul reader to decipher unpainted stories Photo Challenge #186 at MLMM Image: … Continue reading Unpainted Stories
