She did not attend his rallies to boo him — that would have kept him at the center of her days. She did not write furious letters. She testified for eleven minutes, plainly, without theater. Then she drove home and did not look up the verdict. She simply closed the page.
Meera sat at the dining table in her parents’ home. The clatter of steel plates and the aroma of curry filled the air. Her mother fussed over a second helping, her father wiped imaginary sweat on his forehead and adjusted the fan. She knew he would ask her mother to get the hypertension medicine. Her … Continue reading Threads of Control
The chosen poem is from a book "All We Have" by Sarabjeet Garcha. THE CABREZA From where should we look to taste the whole truth?Every move is yet another enterprise in futilityLike stones sunk in rivers we wait to become lightLike flickers dreamt by someone not on earth or even outside All We Have … … Continue reading Flickers of a Conscience – Glosa
Welcome back! Thanks for the divine responses last week! A special mention for Nancy's poem. Let's appreciate and applaud. The quiet moment shattered, all at once.A shiver, then a wave, so cold and fast.My heart a drum, my breath a frantic bird.The world grew small, a tight and fearful space. I fought it then, with … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #401
“Would you like to look at these books before I turn them over to a junk dealer?” Uncle was kind enough to ask when I visited him last. The so-called junk, a term that didn't sit well with me, belonged to my grandfather. I’d scanned through those books a couple of years ago, each holding … Continue reading Alternatives
