I got the below picture for a poetry challenge and I found my ideas completely dried out. My first thoughts were on masked emotions by mothers’ hidden from their children and also maybe mother’s devotion. Then I thought of a narrative from the child’s point of view . […]
Prompt for Week #57 (Sep 26, 2020 – Oct 2, 2020) Need This was an easy one. Thank you Shweta Suresh 1. I need maintenance, not high though. 2. No need for explanations, my dear. 3. Plants need affection not just water. 4. This room needs a woman’s […]
Hey Uterus, This is not fair The way you hitch yourself to my emotions. I am not being ungrateful, you know. But you become the portal to my emotional centre. We should feel powerful, you and me Being the vessel that contains “Shakti”, Instead you send me to […]
I just finished reading the latest edition of Just Mercy. Even though the underlying thought which Stevenson wishes to disseminate in his book is the potential of hope and mercy in redeeming racial injustice, I am left with shock, indignation, resentment and disgust by the very reminder that […]
Does it? Does silence have all the answers? When you seek answers for all those questions needing closure, delving deep within your own silence, you may hear your soul whispering them to you . But there is a silence which can be deafening. Silence from a person who […]
We were getting ready for a party And I came out wearing my sleeveless red gown My arms were bare Except for the bracelet nuzzling my left wrist . Then the fight started. He said, “Cover up your arms . Your burn marks are in view. You are […]
I came tok now about the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt hosted by Shweta Suresh from the post of a fellow blogger,Happy Panda I decided to give it a try as well. I am not sure if my submission is past the deadline though. I had fun playing with words even […]
I didn’t hear the alarm again, overslept, third time this week Missed making pancakes and served just cornflakes and milk Lunch box and midday snack had fruits and bread with jam . “Mama, again we have to eat this …” quipped my son. My partner was in the […]
Everything was absolutely in place and customary when she got up early Monday morning. She switched off the alarm, carefully removed her husband’s arms entwined around her and headed off to kitchen .She liked everything normal and habitual that followed a preset pattern. Having to do things differently […]
What would I say to myself in eighth grade? I’ve pondered over this for long time. Here it is: Advice to an eighth grade version of me
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