Write till your hearts content

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Words pull me.

Night and day.

Sometimes i cannot stop thinking about it.

And other times i can’t start thinking about it.

Queer. But once i decide to start writing about something i am afraid i won’t stop.

 

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It sits there silently calling me. It doesnt let me study. My wonderful table. My wonderful pen.

And i stare at my work realising i can’t resist the call anymore.

I get up and rush towards it and just start writing.

Time runs.

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I wake up in the morning.

I haven’t had the faintest idea when i drowsed off , i haven’t had a proper sleep but then i know my hearts full.

 

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Is public outrage enough?

The biggest nightmare for a 6-year girl should be her friend stealing her favourite candy or her father not buying her an ice-cream but unfortunately we live in a time where the biggest nightmare for the child is being rapped.

The recent incident in Bangalore highlights the age we live in. Can’t we send our sisters, our children to a kindergarten school without fearing for its safety?

The public outrage that followed the incident was more than justified. It was anger and rightly so. From the marches in freedom park to the strikes on the roads, people came out to show they were hurt and angry. But what were the after-effects of that? So far some arrests and an ongoing investigation. Will the arrest change people’s perception of justice? Will including Sexual offense in Goonda Act stop people for molesting??

Is violence the only method to stop this menace?

The question remains a mystery but the answers may lie in how we change the way we look at women and also how the media portrays them.

Yes , i am angry and may be holding on to our anger till justice is served may be the only way.

Fearless

 

He stumbled upon a territory in his mind that he hadn’t visited before , a dark place full of memories that invoked terror and left him perspired.

He wished he hadn’t so grown attached to her but it felt as if the universe left him with no choice.

She had left him and disappeared into the nothingness, a place he was so familiar with, until now.

As he prepared to join her he felt as if suddenly, the sky seemed black and the earth under him crack.

That was the moment he realised being fearless was just a myth.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Happiness plenty

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

He looked like a simple person and he was sitting in front of me in the restaurant.

He smiled when our eyes met and then he went back into his waiting state.

I was busy talking to my friend on the phone and eating in a hurry and suddenly i saw him eat and realised that what it means to enjoy eating your food.

In India, a lot of people prefer eating Rice items with bare hands because it kinda feels personal eating thus. But it is still considered Awkward in big restaurants.

It was Rice that he was eating but he was eating it with his hand enjoying every morsel.

Sitting there i understood happiness is doing what we love happily.

 

Foggy Murder

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Erin Leary

“Detective Soliastre, welcome”

“Inspector Waswald , where is the body?”

“I take you haven’t visited the Valley of Grimarte before?”

“Does it matter?”

“No…there, we discovered her a little past 8”

“And this property belongs to?”

“A retired soldier living back in the States”

“How tall is he?”

“About 5ft”

“This murder occurred early this morning around 5.30am”

“We think so too”

“Get the soldier in for questioning. He either killed this woman or was a witness to the murder”

“But how do you know that sir?”

“Who else jogs early in the morning on a foggy day?”

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Do you want to build?

“Tell me if you’re game”

His voice was serious , a husky tone mixed with absolute authority. He wasn’t a large man yet his presence was noticed , almost everywhere. He had the air of finality around his movements that miraculously materialized when he spoke. Especially at me.

“Yes , i am. I wanna play it hard.” I grinned , almost in agony. I wanted to make him less serious but not so funny.

“Then you will have to be near the land at 8.30 tomorrow.” He left. Without another word. As if my presence was not noticed , my reply meaningless. He knew i would be there ,if not for the deal , at least to see him.

“These Real Estate agents are just greedy and this one’s no better.” said my friend offering her opinion when it was least wanted. I was home but my thoughts were still with him. Rippling across each other , the thought to seduce was loud. I dismissed it more faster than it occurred. I wanted the game to be his. I wanted to be madly possesed.

The next morning i was there an hour early just to meet him or see him work. He was no where to be seen.

He arrived exactly at 8.30 , not a moment early. Punctual. Displinced. But definitely Sexy.

“This way , ma’am ” he said escorting me to the farmhouse.

There was some work that was stopped , a giant machine blocking my view of the garden like area behind. He paused for a minute looked scrupulously at the work stopped , as if making a mental note of the reason or the consequences.

We took an alternative route to the farmhouse and i was all the while admiring the beauty , both of the nature and him being a part of it.

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The farmhouse was large , i liked it. But even with the spectacular view of nature , the breathtaking furnitures , the air of freedom and beautiful hallway i didn’t want it. My eyes were fixed on a secluded spot at the farthest corner adjacent to the house.

There was no house just a small piece of land surrounded by smaller trees , it was so ordinary that it had the air of an extraordinary feel to it.

I was transfixed on it for a long time and then i noticed him staring at me. What i saw in his eyes was joy beyond explanation ,  a feeling beyond reach. His eyes were transfixed on me.

“I want to see that place.”  I told it in a whisper and as if nodding at me he took me there.

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“What is the rate for this place?”

“This ma’am is not for sale.” I could sense a faint glimmer of hesitation in his voice.

“But , i want this and only this.”

“I am afraid that’s not negotiable.”

I looked at him. I couldn’t understand why he was taking this personal.

“I want to talk to the owner.”

“I am afraid you are.” he said as if letting out a burden.

And in that moment it was all clear to me. The synchronicity of perfection . I knew what the land meant to him. We had seen such a beautiful place that we both wanted it badly.

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I paused. I could see my whole life in front of me that instant.

Tears rolled my eyes as i understood the beauty of fate.

“If you can’t sell it , share it with me.”

He smiled. A large smile that showed he had understood it all.

“I always wanted to meet the right person before i built something here and now it looks like destiny has willed it.”

I smiled. I smiled at him and the clarity of his explanation.

“Do you want to build it?” he whispered with the promise of love found.

“Tell me if you’re game.”

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Wax

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

 

“Tell me honey why does the wax melt to give us light?”

“Ohh Well , i don’t know exactly but..”

“We never know anything exactly sweetheart , the world’s a changing stage ,  a changing change in motion”

“Well that’s some mature thinking but the wax..i think it teaches us the significance of pain.”

“You are on the right track dear , go on..”

“So it teaches us to let go of our pain and spread happiness to others?”

“In a way it does , but what is it similar to?”

“I am not sure.”

“The wax melts , like my heart..”

“I love you baby”

“I love you too.”

 

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This is my 100th post since i have started blogging and is dedicated to someone special.

Thank you , for encouraging me to start blogging.

Thank you , for being there always.

Thank you , for just everything.