Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM
Stranger, be my friend
Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM
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Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2017/10/13/reenas-exploration-challenge-week-8/
PAIN, TRUTH’S PESKY COUSIN, SETS YOU FREE
By Neel Anil Panicker
Pin drop silence prevailed; all eyes hooked onto the dashing young man at the front, all ears latching onto every single word that was being uttered.
Rachel, sitting in the front rows, closed her eyes and wandered into dreamland.
“It’s all in the eyes, the way we perceive things, look at people.
They are what we chose them to be—- our best friends, or worst enemies.”
‘What is it about love that makes you go weak in the knees; leaves you mumbling and fumbling, trembling and stumbling like a gawky ten year old?’
Rachel opened her eyes and gazed into the man in front of her.
No Gucci shoes or Armani suit, Rolex watch or Bond Street tailored clothes?
No Body Shop fragrance oozing out of a six pack six foot tall movie star persona? Not even…
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Very well expressed piece…

I find the whole trust issue a difficult one to deal with. I say this as I have trust issues myself.
You could say that as a damaged person you are within your rights to feel trust is something you hunger for, but you are always wary of anyone who purports to be suggesting that is how they feel about you as your past tells you things can change in an instant.
I think trust comes simply by being yourself. The people around you will see you for who you say you are. It’s the consistency of character that makes or breaks you.
Having been married to a narcissist, and completely oblivious to the fact of that is what she was, I am a slow learner, I devoted far too much of my life to running around pleasing her and eventually learning she was not a person I could trust…
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I am unable to get Harvey Weinstein and #MeToo off my mind. He is not the first, nor will he be the last controversial figure. Trust is certainly on the decline. Arguments and counter-arguments will follow, and the media will get content without much effort. What and how do we teach our daughters and sons … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 9
Me: My shadow gives me immense pleasure. It is not as sharp as I am. It owes its existence to me. I can stand in different places at different angles, to impact its shape and size, or to make it disappear. Shadow: Do you realize why I am a blur? I reflect … Continue reading Shadowspeak
He was watching ‘Devdas’ for the sixth time. “Can a married woman from an aristocratic background, look so sensuous, crossing the yard to meet her lover?” he sighed. “The magic emanates from the extra yards of fabric we added to the sari, to create the moonlight-in-motion look. Watch the blue one that took four months … Continue reading Glamor