The protagonist of this novel, “Elixir” finds a magic potion which takes her to a dream world where she leads a parallel life. An actuary in real life, she is a sculptor there with a partner who respects her, unlike her husband. She quits her job to be in that somnambulistic state, and the diagnosis … Continue reading Book Summary – Elixir by Shinjini Sengupta
She grew erinaceous—spiny, sharp-tongued, unyielding. Alone in her flat, she snarled at kindness, mocked warmth, armoured herself in sarcasm. Monsters wore smiles, knocked politely. She answered with venom. Better rude than ruined. Better feared than fooled. Her solitude wasn’t peace—it was survival. And her thorns? Her defence. Weekend Writing Prompt #437
Consciousness, a flickering tideneither waking nor asleep,flowing in the hush betweenwhat was, what is,and what might be. Supine thoughts raise their headbehind a fluttering veilI drift where silence splits the sky Weekend Writing Prompt #436
His granddaughter was born with a speech defect. He is pained, notwithstanding that his wife was not allowed to have a voice. Weekend Writing Prompt #435
They found her in a car park – her hair dishevelled, her appearance woebegone. But she carried self-respect instead of a begging bowl, and refused to accept alms. They promised to give her work and took her home. They fed her, clothed her and lent some makeup to boost her confidence. Soon, she disappeared with … Continue reading Woe-Begone
“I can’t stand him.” “Take time before you judge. The flibbertigibbet you hate actually showcases the content of his mindset.” “There’s nothing there.” “If he mentions a calendar, check the dates. If he is stuck in the past, he is not absorbing fresh inputs. That is the reason for the disconnect and growing apart.” “Hmm, is … Continue reading Clues
“Walls have ears” is a saying she’d often heard. She was back in her grandfather’s crumbling mansion to check if the walls had memory. They had eavesdropped on and absorbed family secrets for decades. The portrait of her exquisitely beautiful great-grandmother fell as she came near it, revealing a hole behind. It was a path … Continue reading When Walls Speak
“I think we should….” She was brutally cut short with a negative statement. The proper way was only what they prescribed. And one day she was gone, as unnoticed as she had lived there. Her acts were never cromulent enough. She ran out of patience. Weekend Writing Prompt #431
my fear invites a heavy downpourI forgot my umbrella todayI wear my confidence in tailored clothesI conceal all that is unacceptable Weekend Writing Prompt #430
They’re not strangersall these peoplewho’ve come to fetch mein a never-seen-before aircraft A conference of souls-I wonderIf it is the last meeting of my lifeor a new beginningdivine… lessons to be learnt-the gist of lifesummarized Now let me goto a different worldwith or without youI don’t care Weekend Writing Prompt #427
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