My husband will understand this better. He is the textile engineer. I try to wriggle out of the job of writing for this prompt. But he is not creative at all. And who will read a textbook? I see poetry in this picture. He will see the production process. I take my diversion in blogging. … Continue reading Fabricated
He received the same picture postcard from his partner every year. At times, there were tiny stickers in different colors, at different spots. He got the message, and knew what to expect. This year is different – the same picture shows empty seats on the ferris wheel. Does it mean there are no more people … Continue reading Shifting the Ferris Wheel
The remnants of a once-glorious life stare back at me – in amazement that I chose to return, or in tight-lipped resentment. I’m not sure if the place looks happy or sad. Sprouting greenery belies my assumption that the soul has disappeared. There is life, there’s a soul- but an alien one. It is time … Continue reading The Spirit
“Have you bought a new scooter, Dan?” “Nope. Can’t afford one …..” He smiled wryly. “I’ve seen it parked here a couple of times.” Pop….Pop… Pop …. Dan’s phone crackled with notifications, as he entered the house. He was connected to the wifi. Who gave him the password? The pieces of the puzzle were falling … Continue reading Complicit
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