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Together 14 Oct 2012 | 07:31 pm
*** THE leaves crunched under my boots, until they didn’t. We were now in complete sync and they had turned into a silent companion that would never forsake me. Unlike the rest of the world. I had bee...
Snow 7 Oct 2012 | 07:01 pm
RITA lay half asleep in the rocking chair in the verandah. She glanced at her hands absentmindedly; thick blue veins criss-crossing thin parchment-like skin! One fine day, just like that, they had su...
Word File 12 Sep 2012 | 11:13 am
ANU was nodding her head mechanically in response, her lips twisted in half-smile, half-bewilderment; the ‘conversation’ was one-sided, the argument absurd, as always. It was appraisal time once again...
Remote Control 2 Sep 2012 | 08:12 pm
Kashmira placed the bowl of popcorn in her lap and settled down to watch a suspense film on television. There was no fear of being told she was a ‘stupid b….’ and having the remote snatched away. Vish...
Flashback 18 Aug 2012 | 07:06 pm
Wind, Softly blowing; Faint longing, Simply growing For songs of long lost harmony. *** Got to Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centus for the “Absent-E” Filed under: Verse Tagged: harmony, longing, poetry, w...
Wasted 17 May 2012 | 03:06 am
The Meal by Paul Gauguin, 1891 Courtesy Magpie Tales Fragile abundance, illusive spread in vain disguise. Cream together butter and sugar if you must, fruitless to still the silent hunger ragin...
Lost World 4 Dec 2011 | 02:47 am
Was that really me? I peer into life’s mirror and like what I see. Ah, Sixteen! *** For Saturday Centus Filed under: Flash Fiction Tagged: micro-fiction, Saturday Centus
Power 28 Oct 2011 | 02:08 am
Pushed to the brink ‘Oh no!’ you can feel your heart sink, ‘What shall I do? Bolt?’ But Escape is never the answer. Summon Resourcefulness and courage; charge, don’t shrink *** Try your Power at...
The Call 3 Oct 2011 | 02:34 am
Seema’s hands shook as she dialled the number; she shivered involuntarily as the phone started to ring at the other end. What a shock it had been to know Ma was not her biological mother. No wonder p...
Autumn 19 Sep 2011 | 04:36 am
In the Spring, I was a child Sometimes timid, sometimes wild Summer was fast and brisk Scornful of danger or risk In the Autumn, at my best Seasoned, mellow, ready for Rest *** Passing thought…...
