“Allow me to wait for you sometime.” “You don’t like me hanging around all the time?" Weekend Writing Prompt #445
Breather
Expressions
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
KeyBoard
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
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
Book Summary – Elixir by Shinjini Sengupta
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
Self-defence
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
Silence Splits the Sky
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
Voice
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
Woe-Begone
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
Clues
“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
