I’m using this picture and creating a Toy Story kind of poem for the prompt: My beauty cast a spell on him He brought me home for her She smiled at me and hugged me tight A love, I knew like no other The sun takes time to call it a day But I hadn’t… Read More War and Pieces #Barathon Day 4
Mita’s workplace ensured that there wasn’t a dull moment around her. True, the occasional dry lulls made her cringe, retrospect at her career choice and wonder whether enraging her entire household to do what she felt was a perfectly normal thing for her, was really worth it. Today wasn’t one of those days. Much to… Read More Of Ice and Men #Barathon Day 3
She hated herself. She hated her parents. She hated everyone! What had she done to deserve this? Why did she have to pay the price for someone else’s doing? If not then, they sure could’ve consulted her on this later on? Her name, and also her nick name, was Pie. It so happened that her… Read More Life of Pie #Barathon Day 2
They sometimes talk too much And sometimes, tad too little They are comforting on occasion And on other times, commit treason The look in a hungry child’s eyes At the sight of a morsel of food Or the naughty way to suggest That tonight, I’m in the mood Stealing deliberate glances at someone Who currently… Read More The Fault in our Stares #Barathon Day 1
Two innocent souls, bonded together By love, relation and an unspoken commitment Brought together by destiny Held together by compassion, belonging They reach out to each other in touching ways A smile, a hug or simply holding on The effortless surrender, the cheerful banter Creating memories from moments A silent promise, to never walk away.… Read More Promise #BarAThon
A checkered shirt unbuttoned halfway through, an intentionally mutilated ragged and torn pair of jeans, a hairstyle ripped off from his favourite Khan’s latest movie, the ear studs, the bracelets, the stench of cheap perfume one could smell from a mile away, and if all this wasn’t disgusting enough, the bizarre half-bear, half-monkey gait. This… Read More Wishful Thinking #BarAThon
“Were these mine too?” A Jr asked amusingly in between guffaws. My third trimester had just begun. I was at Mom’s and sifting through a large carton containing A Jr’s old stuff to borrow any usable hand-me-downs for my expecting baby. He being the first child, both Mom and I had gone bonkers shopping for… Read More Tiny shoes #BarAThon