He craved Drums of Heaven, the crisp glaze haunting his thoughts, stirring a deep sense of longing. On his honeymoon, he changed the itinerary to savour this spicy delicacy. Little did they know that life and love would end in an accident, and that they would literally hear the drumbeats of flavour in Heaven. Weekend … Continue reading The Senses
Sweet is what does not challenge taste, but can accelerate internal chaos. Weekend Writing Prompt #450
A tyrant ruled a village, hoarding food while the people starved. The villagers spoke in hushed tones, their words swallowed by fear. One elder, unimpressed by their inaction and silence, struck a great drum in the square. Its lamprophony thundered across the valley, summoning every villager to act. The tyrant fled, and his cronies surrendered. … Continue reading The Core of a Rebel
Business empires are built by close-knit lobbies, those who act in unison and do not leak information. But loyalty dissolved like sugar in troubled waters. No wonder, for a key member was the competitor’s implant in the system. Weekend Writing Prompt #446
“Allow me to wait for you sometime.” “You don’t like me hanging around all the time?" Weekend Writing Prompt #445
Fluency mattered in elocution competitions, especially when they were educated in a foreign language. She scored well, and then she did not stop. She was called garrulous, so she picked up a pen and structured her thoughts. She writes fluently and brooks no interference from editing tools. Weekend Writing Prompt #444
The pen, once a symbol of power, lies sulking in a discarded mug, its dried ink having given way to the agile, ubiquitous keyboard. The pencil has stopped boasting about its flexibility, as deletion no longer requires an eraser on the screen. The keyboard has indeed come a long way, but voice-to-text is fast pushing … Continue reading KeyBoard
Heritage makes and breaks me. It’s etched into my bones, whispered in my blood. I carry the genetic patterns—some I cherish, some I battle daily. I carry remnants of the value system my parents gave me. I’ve tried to scrub it off, reshape it, redefine it. But it clings, stubborn and familiar. Some parts nourish … Continue reading Heritage
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
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