Shark Tank episodes often leave me wondering about the value placed on potential. Well, we can’t always insist on proven track records. Newbies need to be given a chance. But the intent is not always so noble. It’s about taking control at a point, when the other party is raw and open to accepting your … Continue reading Immature
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Did I anticipate where we would reach today – pinned to spots where we are politically pitted against each other? Perhaps, yes … a meeting that started over bitter tea and burnt toast led to a relationship where we accepted each other unconditionally. I felt the sting of tears in my hard-core eyes for the … Continue reading Politically Correct
Welcome back! I'm a little late in posting the prompt, so I'll jump straight to the topic. PROMPT #291 Let the image stoke different dimensions of creativity. There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #291
I don’t know when life passed us by. We taught the cute munchkins how to walk and keep their balance. Soon, it was their time to run and it was part of our responsibility to provide the playground. It was a pleasure to watch them fall, get up again, discover their velocity. We just kept … Continue reading Empty Nest
I can’t get rid of the stench-my fingers hit a rotten layerwhile peeling a healthy onion it’s not easyto extricate the layerfrom othersabove and below they connect with contextoverlapping storiesheld together with beliefand loyaltyto present a pretty shape I wish I hadn’t venturedto peel you layer by layerin hope of finding a corea common abodefor … Continue reading Stench
It’s time to review a decade. All that is valued is packed away in boxes. Whatever is discarded speaks volumes about wrong decisions, wasteful expenditure, whims and fancies and phases of life relegated bins. I think about memories I’d like to take, and numbers I will delete. My relationships stare back at me, demanding answers … Continue reading Forward and backward
putting wheels of thought on hold-life in deep slumberyoung and fresh when I wake - Ageis just a number I spend the night floating onundulating dreamsI let them gush through with forceor a gentle stream I wake at the crack of dawnrubber meets the roaddrive again or pay a finestay alive, not old Chosen form … Continue reading Growing, not getting old
Where are all those triviathat populated life? not-so-intelligent peopleasking inane questionswatching a matinee showwalking back with friendsto buy vegetables on the wayshopkeepers who recognised usto give an occasional discountwithout askingor clicking on buttons Where is that buttonwhich did not ask for permissionsto share datayet dispensed allthat was neededin a daily routine? It took so long … Continue reading A visit to my hometown
I share a few titles in response to RXC #290 My truth is never the same as yours, so what exactly is Truth? Privacy is outdated – the internet knows everything about me To communicate is to tell what I think, not what is needed Screenplays lock a story; novels breathe. Do I even need … Continue reading Titles
