Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #285’.
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Scene: Physics Tuition
He coughed; she turned accidentally. Since then, they started exchanging voiceless words through eyes and letters, all brimming with love.
Scene: At home
Now, he coughs and she turns again, this time with a stern look. Continue reading
His mom was worried about her son’s solitude and dull attitude after he got transferred to the new city. As a lead to comfort him, she enquired upon his early arrival, “Why didn’t you attend your office party?”
“I’m not a misanthrope, Mom. I just don’t get along with the people here,” he replied in an irritating tone and immediately apologized Continue reading
Mornings beside the window that’d bring in chill air and pleasant sight from the park, now escorted stench and an unbearable sight.
The new neighbour disturbed Preethi’s peace with her tamed peristeronic flock. Continue reading
She’s an adept player who knows the nuances of the game. Indeed, she finds it strategical, imbibing philosophies of life.
But, she just doesn’t understand why is it always the queen who has to die for her king?
This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Nuance’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 38 words.
Here are my six-word stories on ‘money’ – a few collective stories, and a few individual ones.
Money’s just another socially developed concept.
The most common medium of exchange!
Cryptocurrency… digital commodity used as cash.
Pandemic’s yet another trouble… Coin shortage! Continue reading
Mark made sure to visit countryside, the ones whose zip codes have been forgotten long ago, annually after his retirement. His grandson Marcus was puzzled by this behaviour and wanted to know why Mark chose remote areas instead of tourist destinations.
Determined, he made Mark wait until his vacation and accompanied him. Mark took him to a land so far from their residence which Marcus had never dreamt existed in his country.
Awestruck by its beauty, he started apprehending the strange hinterland hidden in his grandpa’s heart.
This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Hinterland’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 87 words.
Here are my six-word stories on ‘time’ – a few collective stories, and a few individual ones.
Sand clock, once entertained, now betrays.
He’s running around to avoid deadlines.
Clock ticks faster during morning rush.
Same appears slow in bored benches. Continue reading
A network that has signal 24×7!
Members who can always be reached!
You love and are loved unconditionally.
Without extra efforts, bond gets stronger.
She designed a digital family tree.
Remains one, even after branching paths! Continue reading
Turning off lights on Earth Hour, I go to the terrace.
I admire the beauty of the full moon, thinking about the billion-year-old firefly that lights it, standing on Earth.
EARTH HOUR
Earth Hour, organized by World Wide Fund for Nature, is a global grassroots movement uniting people to take action on environmental issues and protect the planet. Engaging a massive mainstream community, Earth Hour was famously started as a lights out event in Sydney, Australia in 2007.
It is an annual event held towards the end of March every year when people across the globe turn off their non-essential lights for one hour as a commitment towards a better future.
Yes, it makes a difference.
SYZYGY
Syzygy isn’t something that’s related only to astronomy. I browsed to find details on the word’s origin and Continue reading
Divided by walls,
Bridged by hearts!Home… A place
of real comfort!
Happiness is visiting
your childhood home.
Feels the same…
Smells the same!
When Dory’s family planned to buy saplings for their garden, Dory’s immediate suggestions were two fruit-bearing plants – mango tree and pomegranates.
She planted and nurtured them with care, waited for years until they grew enough to give her fruits. She got excited when they started blooming and many little fruits emerged from buds. Continue reading
Her mind was spinning,
so fast, like a broken
directionless compass.
She came from a land of hills
from a place so high
with definite height.
Hills grow in inches
or slide a little,
but it was certain.
She’s uncertain, now onshore, Continue reading
This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Obdurate’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 72 words.
Nithi was a determined kid. She wanted to paint her nails herself. She somehow reached out to the nailpolish hidden by her mother Asha on the loft that was beyond her reach.
When Asha returned after a phone call, Nithi had finished her nail painting, also spoiling her dress. Continue reading
Yeah, true!
It isn’t any dream.
Members of our own community
are getting killed,
for the littlest of mistakes.
I believed
the previous murders
would be the last. Continue reading
Anika was on a vacation at her granny Alisa’s place. She doesn’t miss a chance to get there. After all, it’s her dream home, to be precise, a villa, with whatever she could crave for – a huge pool, large reading room with a comfy sofa beside the French window, a beautiful garden full of fruit-bearing trees few yards beyond the window sill, a lawn to walk in the evening; and all these in a harmonious location in the outskirts of the city.
Creating every possible nuisance she could do to make her granny laugh and roaming around for a while, she settled peacefully with a book beyond the pool while Alisa left for an afternoon nap. The book wasn’t interesting enough to hold her already short attention span.
With a decision to dust up her childhood memories, she went in search of the photo albums piled in the storeroom. Accidentally, it was her granny’s diary that she stumbled upon. Who wouldn’t like to read a secret diary? Continue reading
Crazy Nerds 