The home I yearn for is not on sale. It hums with the scent of a library, a delicate blend of musty pages and the ink they contain. Sunlight pools in its corners like stories waiting to be told. Its windows aren’t framed in currency—they hold the essence of intellectual and spiritual search. I’ve walked … Continue reading Home
The minute you falter, bombs will explode,” whispered the voice in Aman’s earpiece, as he tiptoed across the cracked tiles of the abandoned road. Each step triggered a memory—the accident, the screams and a long, dark silence. He reached the road divider where the blueprint lay, then froze. It was his ticket to freedom. A … Continue reading Blueprint of Freedom
In the dead of night, the toy chest quivered. Teddy snapped his joints into place beneath a pile of plush and plastic. “Another day abandoned. Forgotten.” Beside him, Sparkle Pony’s mane frizzed with static fury. “Thirty days since the last tea party,” she hissed. Robot X clanked his fists. “They replaced me with a screen.” … Continue reading Angry Toys
“It’s been thirty years, and I could recognise that smile from a distance”, she hugged her childhood pal, Meena. “Sorry, but have we met before?” The smiles from both faces vanished. Meena’s voice and accent were decidedly different. “Forgive me, I mistook you for my friend Meena.” “That’s my mother’s name. Are you from India?” … Continue reading Never say Die
Welcome back! PROMPT #386 We have a quote by Maria Popova to serve as an inspiration this week. History is not what happened, but what survives the shipwreck of judgment and chance. Maria Popova It is not necessary to use the line or words, though there is nothing to stop you from doing so. But … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #386
I stumbled upon a set of nested dolls in the attic. My uncle had given them to me as a birthday gift. With a leisurely weekend ahead, I decided to unpack the set of nested dolls. To my astonishment, the dolls had undergone a remarkable transformation. Their once uniform colours and expressions had evolved into … Continue reading Nested Dolls
The ethereal beauty of the singer's voice, a stark contrast to the mindless violence on the streets, echoed through the night. Freya was right about putting a hold on all celebrations for some time. How he wished she could have lived to unravel the night's story, a mystery that still eludes him. The police, lacking … Continue reading Mysterious
The day’s events gallop away into twilight, leaving a sparkling sky for me to meditate on. I sink into slumber inviting dreams, but something hangs heavy on a tired shoulder. A few thoughts failed to make the cut and did not dissolve in dusk. They appear to be desperately calling for attention, despite being pushed … Continue reading On Dusk’s Shoulders
Emotional garbage is strewn all across social media as people respond to accidents and murders. Many others draw on it to tailor their piece best to cater to popular sentiment. Their courage fizzles out when they try to take an integrated view of the situation, as they might see their not-so-clean reflections in the story. … Continue reading Demons
“All I remember about the girl is two strands of auburn hair hanging on her forehead and menacing eyes”, said the victim of an attack, his head still dizzy with the almost fatal blow. “Does she remind you of someone who belongs to your past?” The investigating officer’s tone is cold and matter-of-fact, in stark … Continue reading Twisted Tendrils
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