“I cry as they make me lie in the same spot where ants visit. That goes unnoticed, and my ignorant mom forcefully makes me drink tonic for stomach ache.
Dad and mom don’t stop their silly fights. My tender eardrums are tearing. I wish I can call out granny to save. The least I can do to bring attention is cry.
Elders yell for stupid reasons, and when I do the same to calm them down, I’m tagged a devil! 😈
I laugh at my mom’s funny hairstyle. She thinks it’s the food that I like and feeds me more! 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