“The Gift of the Magi” by O.Henry was a lesson in gifting. The writer’s intention may have been completely different. It is difficult for a girl to give up her crowning glory to buy a gift, more so than it is for a man to give up his inheritance. I think about the story more … Continue reading Gifts
What a week of raw, unbridled, free-flowing ‘cryptic’ creativity! This has been the best week in the history of Exploration Challenge, and the award goes to …. All of you! Thank you for walking the distance with me, and letting yourself flow in the most magnificent manner. WEEKLY PROMPT #146 I was seeing some works … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #146
“Showers have a way of inspiring creativity. It starts from the washroom, and moves on to downpour from the skies.” He stopped writing, as the door opened with a bang. Who could just barge in, in a lockdown? The sight of the visitor made him stop in his tracks. Opportunity had knocked, and a fresh … Continue reading Showers Galore
This is the window to my soul. Today, I’ve found the keys to the conscious and subconscious and unconscious scripts, I could not decipher earlier. Today is the day of emancipation for me. Today is the first day of the rest of my enlightened life. I would have kept rambling, if they had not asked … Continue reading Today
I will never forget the summer I learnt stained glass painting. We had to make our own coolers, mixing resins and pigments. The slightest error would spoil the effect. Glass is the most unforgiving surface - it does not conceal anything. My sub-conscious mind became that glass, in years to come. It would reveal everything … Continue reading Corrosive
“Nights and days are not very different since the lockdown happened. Shops supplying essential items open for four hours in the morning. Then, it is as bleak as you are seeing it now,” the cabbie was acting as a tourist guide,“BTW, Sir, what brings you to this place in these times? You will be quarantined … Continue reading Lockdown
Julie holds my hand, as I’m about to fling the empty water bottle away. “Let’s walk a little more. There must be a recycling bin somewhere.” “Bottles are picked up to be refilled and sold again.” “Crush it as much as you can. Do you remember how my sister could not receive medical help during … Continue reading Plastic
The gravel below her bare feet hurts, but reminds her of how much has fallen between the cracks. Three decades is not a short time. It is equivalent to the most active part of adult life. She walks on like a zombie, assuming that the sky has always been dark, there are horrors hidden in … Continue reading A way of life
The negativity is unmistakable. She attributes it to outside pressures. An outsider could never gauge how monstrous the person is. Some worship him as a great human being. Some are obliged to him, so quietly bear his unending instructions and repeated rambling on the same things. He is devoted to certain people in his family, … Continue reading Breakthrough
The artist shot herself. Police enquiries do not reveal much. She lived alone, and was not known to entertain much. The matter is silently closed, as eulogies for her talent pour on media pages. Her housekeeper has a different story to tell. The unfinished painting in her studio changes colours every day. There was a … Continue reading Unfinished
