Image Source I am the thought You thought of When there was nothing To think. Not because I was insignificant. It is what matters the most, That… Read more “Inescapable”
What do you say to it?
Giving up on each other,
once and for all!
Here is another entry from our #WringoInk. project. Image Source Monday: She was reading something. We were in a library surrounded by books. I was glad she… Read more “Blown Out of Proportion — Wringo Ink.”
Until I had not read Sylvia Plath’s work, I had no idea that poetic thoughts could be realistic too. I had first met her in the year… Read more “The Miracle of Literature — A Painful Plath”
Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.
Image Source And once upon a time, I was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. But not the corner one — that is always unique. I was more… Read more “Riddle Me Out!”
Image Source I was walking. It was a huge crowd — lots and lots of people. Most of them were adults — people in their 30’s and 40’s, you know. There… Read more “Patient # 102”
The other day he was telling me that I could count on him. What a liar! I have seen death. I know you can’t rely on… Read more “As the Pink turned White”
His father had forced him to become an engineer. At least that was how he liked to tell the tale. That earned him different responses from people.… Read more “Dream! What Dream?”