Friday, 29 April 2016

House hunting woes

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After sniffing the odour of the paint, my nose cringed at the colour of the walls.

Even the lampshade was painted with the same brush.

"The apartment rent is rock-bottom er Miss........."

"Miss Purple . Do i have a choice?"

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Trust broken

Happy anniversary.

Music and  wine failed to assuage the  tempest in my heart. The sip of infidelity 

combined with mendacity set the marital boat rocking.

My tired oar failed to keep it  afloat.

The Titanic sank with my trust.

Three's a crowd.

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As I turn the starched stiff pages of the sepia toned images of the frozen moments of my infant days, my vision becomes blurred. I gently dab my eyes with Kleenex. Advancing age is another issue.

I caress the already worn out images with my trembling hands. I must have done this exercise a million times before. I can still feel the soft cotton fabric of my baby frock with dainty lace. My grandmother had hand-stitched it for me, her first born grand-daughter.
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Those were the days of custom made clothes with the labour of love. Mass factory produced goods hadn't made inroads.

I pushed the bulky photo-album towards the other edge of the table.

The neatly folded pile of tiny frocks and bloomers reposed in the mahogany cabinet. Shrinking mothballs rested besides them.Gingerly picking them, I lay them on the table and a quick glance at the images in the album. Time stood still. It seemed just a day before that I had adorned them  and the smell of the newly sewed clothes permeated my nostrils.

Smile stretched on my wrinkled face as I placed another set of baby clothes on the table besides the old set of clothes. Generations separated them but love and affection reigned as the common factor.These branded factory made clothes are personally chosen by me. Shopping on-line is a new feature added to my skills.

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The old faded pile would be passed on as heirloom to the newest addition of my family.
NAY NAY.... , my values and blessings would be her legacy.

The old worn-out clothes will go with me: to the grave.

(Google Images)

Friday, 22 April 2016


In this photo taken Wednesday, July 3, 2013, a Chinese tourist covers himself with seaweed on a beach plagued by an algae bloom in Qingdao in eastern China's Shandong province. (AP Photo) CHINA OUT

"Grass is greener on the other side".

As Doubting Thomas stepped on the green carpet, the monster swamp  

engulfed him into the abyss of negative emotion.


Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Save our planet

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The iron fangs mechanically sink deeper into her womb aborting

life. The bare surface devoid of foliage with parched throat cries 

to quench. A lone concerned voice protests over the monstrous din.

Million hands join the movement to conserve what is left.


Tuesday, 12 April 2016

raging passion

“Come, help me in the barnyard. Writing won’t keep the home 

fires burning”.

Heat sears his face gradually as the flames rise higher.

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He casts a forlorn look at the burning embers.

“Each word is imprinted in the book of my mind”.


Monday, 4 April 2016


They brought him home wrapped in the tricolour flag.

The innumerable flames of the wicks, bereaved with the wind illuminating the
dark moon-less night.

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His fighting spirit kept him alive, buried in blankets of snow albeit briefly.

Salute you, brave Hanumanthappa.



Friday, 1 April 2016

'Test'ing times

Loud noises knocked on her skull. The clock struck nine, every stroke sending

her body into shivers. Jolted, she got up with rivulets trickling down her bosom.

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She sprinted into the venue clutching her duffel.  The Physics lessons seem to 

echo into her psyche, her nervous feet refused to move forward. She stood rooted 

into the deserted school compound. She brought her wrist up. The seconds were

ticking. “I overslept, missed the test. I will flunk. Oh God Newton, help me!  ”

Her quivering lips widened into series of smiles letting off the suppressed tension.


Physics test is tomorrow.

Prompt: Write 100 words on anything without using the letter A.