“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
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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
She wakes up drenched in sweat to switch on all the lights. She touches Arnold to ensure he is there, and he is real. “Are you alright?” He mumbles something in a somnambulist state. “All these toys came alive to save us. A boat capsized and we were drowning.” Arnold has opened his eyes now. … Continue reading Speculative fiction
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As I sat on a park bench, the sun filtered through the leaves, casting fractured light onto the cobblestones. A child chased a red balloon while her mother trailed behind, half-smiling, half-lost in thought. I couldn’t help but wonder: are we all like that balloon, drifting aimlessly in the winds of chance? Or is someone, … Continue reading Existentialism Vs Born with a Purpose
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