…s – a post, a poem – whatever comes to mind. Image Credit http://vidyasury.com. I am a body lying unclaimed on the road; passersby conveniently ignore and walk around my still, broken form. My existence is an aberration on an otherwise normal road, an unsightly sight, best forgotten in no time. The hands that killed me belonged to your kind; greedy and cruel, not concerned about my pain and strife. I couldn’t scream for help, and even if I could,…
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Five Black Things I Want.
…they visualize bad things happening to them or expect a stroke of bad luck coming their way, when a black cat crosses their path. This kind of thinking has to go out of the window. 5. Black iPad – This iPad would let me pen down my creative thoughts and help humanity and me too. I would churn out articles and stories to eradicate darkness from our lives with the help of this dark color, Black. This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at BlogA…
Tired Eyes
…is a short poetic form which focuses on people: men, women, husbands, wives, children, relatives and other relations. It portrays the characteristics of human beings and psychology of the human mind ( http://simplyhaiku.com/SHv4n3/senryu/senryu.html) SENRYU Old folks wait all day – For kids and grand-kids An eternal vigil. By Sulekha Rawat…
Claustrophobia- Free Write
…her eyes wasn’t a major cause of worry even though her heart had started pounding in her chest when she had been asked to close her eyes. The moment the mud paste had been applied on her closed eyelids, it had become pitch dark in broad daylight, and she was scared of this nothingness. She didn’t fear the darkness but felt terrified of being left all alone in this inky black hole, forgotten and abandoned. What was this panic? Why this phobia? What…
Bards of the Blogosphere: Chapter 8 – Mysterious Tattoo
…rush? I have never seen you so eager to get to school,” Shekhar’s mirth evident in his words. Though he was smiling, his eyes had that watchful look. Ever since the kidnapping incident at the bus stop, he had been keeping a close eye on Roohi. He couldn’t let anything happen to his little girl, but at the same time he didn’t want her to disrupt her routine. He made sure he dropped her off to school and picked her up every day, no more going by the…
Bards of The Blogosphere – Whodunit? Week 2- Chapter 8
…oked relieved and more like her old self while tugging at Tara’s sleeve, “Mummy, I am thirsty”, these were the sweetest words Tara had heard since the incident at the hotel. “Darling, what do you want to drink? Should I ask for a juice for you?”, Tara pressed the switch overhead to call the airhostess to their seat. “I want orange juice and I’d like some chips too, I am suddenly so hungry”, there was a hint of a smile on Roohi’s lips and Tara smil…
Bards of The Blogosphere – Stand-off – Week 3- Chapter 5
…ne and had anticipated Ahuja’s momentary confusion at the sudden ringing sound coming from the kitchen. She saw her chance to escape and save her daughter when Ahuja was staggering about trying to get his bearings; she pushed Roohi towards the main door and yelled ‘Run’. Jenny picked up Roohi and ran out of the room, Shekhar and Tara followed closely on the girls’ heels and tried to get out of the house and away from Ahuja but he recovered quickly…
Let’s make a collage of articles.
…“SOUL-MATES” Friends, You are invited to my collage making event. All you need to bring to the event is your article on soulmates. Do you believe in soulmates? How and where can you find your soulmate? Does everyone have one? If you are interested in helping me make this collage, then Please leave your name and blog link at the bottom of the page, before 7th september. Sulekha sulekkha.blogspot.com…
Help Her.
…She winced at the pain in her abdomen but kept walking slowly towards the house at the end of the lane, clutched in her tiny, grubby hand was a chocolate wrapper. She trudged on towards ‘Uncle’s’ house. He opened the door and licked his lips in anticipation, she held out her hand for another chocolate. By Sulekha Rawat This is my submission for the 55 Fiction, a short story in just 55 words. http://writetribe.com/55-fiction-fow/…
A Practice of Creativity: 30 Days of Writing
…ive a happy, positive and courageous life no matter what. There have been numerous ups and downs in my life but I have held strong and faced them all with a determined smile. I have stolen the silver lining from the dark cloud, happiness out of the clutches of despair. I sing and dance with abandon and don’t let my hurt and fears show. I have stolen an impenetrable blanket of gaiety to hide my true feelings from the cruel world. I always bounce ba…
The Magic Key
…locked door; the lock mocking me every day and the elusive key not to be found until today. I am a complex person; the wires in my head are jumbled up and not salvageable, my thoughts equally so, my memories damaged beyond repair. I exhale slowly fearing the world crumbling into a pile of rubble due to the force of my tortured breath. I speak softly because I don’t want those listening to damage their ears. My words could penetrate their heads and…
He Was Far Too Late
…e didn’t want for more, that’s when he wandered to her door, boots so confident across the floor He marched up to the attic, entitled, and oh, so sure He was in for a surprise, the room was deserted, except for that empty bed and that message on the mirror in bright cherry red Goodbye you loser, I’m done waiting for you I’m off to make my own fate I have far better things to do. And as the prince staggered in disbelief realization hit him in…