Someone feels trapped amidst the bric-a-brac. They collected it in the hope of building a home. But the magic potion evaporated, and now, they bleed as they touch the shards of dreams. The story is not over because buyers are willing to pay a price for the promised magic. Soon, they will be on the … Continue reading Dream Merchants
Are you God? And why are youa formless voice? Look at the parachute; the sky humsIt is fluffy, it is grey, it feels like a cloudBut it will take you to places unknown So, shall I abandon the skywalk and jumpunsupported into un-space unknown? Aren’t you abandoned, Sunita? You are homelessplanet-less, and nothing pulls you … Continue reading Astronaut
“The increase in divorce rates is scary”, sighed my mother. “I work in HR, Mom, and the attrition rates are scarier than that.” “Why can’t young people commit themselves?” “Their values are different. The medium that connects is fluid, and expectations keep changing.” “We were taught there are no options to go back. It made … Continue reading Mediums
“Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown” – an idiom that encapsulates the weight of leadership, often burdened with legacy or the chains of slavery to those who gifted the crown. As the workday draws to a close, certain corridors come alive with gossip, manipulation, and collusion. It's not just a matter of an … Continue reading Power Dynamics
In the shadow of stories, truth mutilatedIn the shadow of free thought, power incarcerated In the shadow of mountains, waves play gamesIn the shadow of Sun, nocturnal beauty reigns In the shadow of handshakes, fingers divideIn the shadow of virtue, patriarchy rides In the shadow of lethargy, AI thrives. W3 Prompt #144
watch me float awaynothingness beckonsI can’t recallWhere or when (things past)I dropped the ball Art by Gertrude Abercrombie Write to the prompt hosted on dVerse
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I grew up in the highly humid city of Bombay, or Mumbai, as it is known now. The stickiness on the skin was not welcome, and I can’t recall how we survived without air conditioners in childhood. But being on the seashore was always a pleasure. Later, I returned to the city for two spells … Continue reading Humid minds
Welcome back! PROMPT #366 Here are two short excerpts from the Booker Prize-winning book "ORBITAL" by Samantha Harvey. Excerpt 1 How are we writing the future of humanity? We're not writing anything; it's writing us. We're windblown leaves. We think we are the wind. We are just the leaf. Excerpt 2 How's the moon looking … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #366
