whispers of ancient trees,moss-clad secrets beneath,moonlight dances on leaves,echoes of life unseen,a symphony of shadows.darkness conceals Weekend Writing Prompt #388
Darkness
Nirvana
In childhood, our teachers processed the world for us. We believed the picture they created for us. To some extent, they also shaped our goals. Then, influence gets granular. Bosses, peers, gurus, media, and literature influence our self-image and how we view the world. We pat our backs fulfilling someone else’s expectations; we flagellate ourselves … Continue reading Nirvana
Opportunity Cost
“I think it is time for me to get married.” Mrs. Sen’s face was surprised, as her son Pronnoy had resisted marriage for the last few years. “The woman I have in mind earns Rs.1.2 crores in a year and owns an apartment in South Bombay. I can focus on investing in stocks and cryptocurrency. … Continue reading Opportunity Cost
Time Span
The grandfather clock stopped ticking. “Let’s replace this outdated clock with an electronic piece.” Someone breathed his last in an assisted home for senior citizens a few miles away. “We have to go. Dad’s no more.” The clock's face, worn yet resilient, mirrored his journey. As the pendulum swung, it whispered tales of joys and … Continue reading Time Span
Thought-to-Text
Quietening the mind is a mammoth task because words ceaselessly reverberate. Thoughts become whispers. Sounds get louder as one dwells over it. If Google could do a thought-to-text version, we’d observe a lot of repetition. Then, I see Grammarly mercilessly chopping off sentences. Weekend Writing Prompt #377
Artistic
The picture shows Radhika Merchant-Ambani (the bride in the most opulent wedding in India) wearing a hand-painted skirt. 12 panels of a unique canvas imported from Italy were used since the fabric would have stiffened and lost shape with dried paint. The artist is Jayasri Burman, who hopes the garment will hang on the walls … Continue reading Artistic
Defraying Darkness
I buy a handmade candle whose soft glow defrays the darkness in my house, struck by power failure. It helps the young widow pay electricity bills to keep her baby comfortable. Weekend Writing Prompt #375
Belligerence
“If I’m not a human, I’ll be the needle, virus or weapon that kills you, but kill, I will. My rage against the patriarchy will not subside with the end of one lifetime. I’ll carry this belligerence to avenge the humiliation and defeat in this life.” They are stunned to watch an orangish light emanating … Continue reading Belligerence
Ignition
“Have you seen the lion resting in the cave while the lioness manages everything else? “Yes. Diplomacy lies in calling the females managers or CEOs, while decision-making rights lie elsewhere”. She hoped to find support from women, but they turned out to be more patriarchal than men. “He must be tired,” they sympathised with the … Continue reading Ignition
Finale
In the quaint village of Solitude, nestled among ancient oaks, lived an elderly librarian named Eamon. His days were woven with the delicate threads of books—their whispers, their secrets. Eamon revelled in the vicissitudes of fortune that each volume held. One day, a rare manuscript surfaced—a map to a hidden library beyond the moon’s reach. … Continue reading Finale
