Professors Morton and Stanley pored over the map, conferring earnestly on the possible whereabouts of Professor Livingstone.

” His last known coordinates were here, in this remote part of the jungle” intoned Stanley pointing with emphasis at the map. ” We need to find him before the government realizes he is no longer present at the university and cancel the grant money”.

Morton concurred ” $50 million in government research grants certainly adds prestige to the university. Despite Livingstone’s unique and theatrical flare for controversial behavior we need him”.

Morton continued ” The man is absolutely beyond belief. I recall the time I was holding forth in the staff room, pleased at receiving my 25th thousand Twitter follower. Livingstone had the audacity to chirp in with a fatuous remark concerning a celebrities dog shitting on the bed receiving 1.2…

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Colors of nations
wiped out by the pandemic
countries mask themselves
flights languishing on the grounds
world captive within borders.

A tanka follows the syllable count of 5/7/5/7/7

Reena exploration challenge #143

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My pre-school going son was crying to go to our native place as its summer holidays for him. We had dropped the idea this year keeping the current pandemic outbreak. We are in Noida on an official transfer leaving behind our native place near Bangalore.

My wife tried most of the ways to comfort him by giving his favourite foods, playing his favourite game, trying to be himself and playing with him. But nothing was encouraging to keep him calm. It was reluctant and want his longing to be fulfilled.

I was a listener from the corner of the sofa working on my laptop. He became too loud and uncontrollable. She glanced at me and went to the drawing-room and got a drawing sheet. She traced the world map and began to colour. His eyes filled with joy but he was attached to his…