My Ramblings

A brisk walk so long Cool breeze combing through my hair, The pestilence-wilted leaves Turned inside out, So that green leaves manage To slither out Hope remained, It’s not the end of the world just yet.   __________________________________________________________ This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend challenge.  In their words, here is the challenge: Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier. 

Topsy-turvy turmoil all around Breath hanging losing grip Always inside never known But there’s only enough she can take Breathless, she turned to him, If only he could satiate the demons. Always feared her words would go unheard. Unexplained. Misunderstood. But, it’s been long, long reign of scare. Sky all azure but the sun was shining. Kept her confused but she was undeterred. With this, she went ahead. Visage she had on. But, Never realized she had gotten better. Visage mutated to depict her ‘self’. And, He couldn't break it. So what, it would never change, That she loved him! 

Woke up just to find ‘twas a dream, Drenched in the ecstasy of loneliness. But he was nowhere to be found. Tears in her eyes, She knew she had defaulted. Again. How could she face them all without him? Selfish, had she been again? Not sure! Opened her windows. Desperately waiting for a  sun to dawn. But a mirage featured, Because  it was too good to be true. Sitting on the curb was her man, Her soulmate! Scampered she to apologize, Just to find him with his arms wide opened. Surprised, was she the luckiest?     __________________________________________________________ Link to Trifecta Homepage:  http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/   This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition: ECSTASY  (noun):  trance;  especially : a mystic or prophetic trance

I could lead the charge and get us through it. I might as well wait for a century.   But, what you think is lost, I want you to know Was more air than I ever had  To breathe.  ___________________________________________________________ Link to Trifecta Homepage:  http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/   This is my response to Trifecta's weekend challenge, which was to write 36 words which includes the words "charge," "century," and "lost."  Have a great weekend!

She did hear him talking behind her. But, all the work that she was caught up in, and amidst the sheath of paper that she was trying to arrange, she could not even raise her eyes to respond nicely or answer him when he asked her, “May I trouble you for a stapler?”  She just pointed him towards her drawer.  It was not until she leaned down to gather those sheets scattered on the ground that she saw that he was the new manager who joined just a few days back, the one who had rattled the whole office with his charms.  He had even stacked few of those sheets for her. There was a sudden silence all around and she heard herself cooing, “Oh dear! You are in love again...” She was embarrassed. 

Something happened or did someone snap their finger in front of him, he suddenly woke out of it.   A sense of despondence had flourished across his face. His face changed color , a mix of red and blue at the same time. He was embarrassed; the embarrassment evident in his eyes. Vidya could sense his vain attempt to cover the damage; he could have bore his soul a little less to her but it just struck her, he was adorable. He thought he had gotten used to the fact that the story that he has been narrating for the past one hour was now just a story, getting further from reality with every passing moment. But, the urge to want to continue living it was making it difficult for him to believe that he now had to keep them all ensconced somewhere and move on. But au contraire, he let her have a glimpse of it.   Even then he was contented inside. He trusted her. It was a load shed! Check out the previous episode here: Episode 4 ________________________________________________...

He had dreams. Many of them! Everytime he’d fail he’d spawn few more. But he had jotted them all down so when he achieves his first he could say, “Life was worth it!” ________________________________________________________________________ Link to Trifecta Homepage:  http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ This is my submission for this weekend’s  Trifextra challenge . We had to write exactly 33 of our own words inspired by the following quote from the book we could win in the WBN  giveaway. Good luck! “It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”  ―  Paulo Coelho ,  Alchemist

His lips suddenly twitched bringing out a flicker of smile that he didn't even know was there. And he started on. He had met Anu in college. It was one just another day of the series when those jocks flouted all kinds of laws. He with his few buddies would go around and humiliate the measly-ies. But that day they had taken it a bit further and in the act was caught a newbie. He had started bleeding when they thrusted him around and he hit the edge of that civil-war time table or whatever of it remained in the cafeteria. His left forehead was bruised right above his left ear. ‘If you can’t get your shit together, don’t try to mess others’ lives’, he heard someone at the back yelling at him. He had heard that voice before. He could feel that the person was running. She knew she regretted saying that already. She was not cut out for bellicosity. It was not her place. But somebody was terribly hurt and she just couldn’t let it go  like everybody else did. She hurriedly rem...

It was a Saturday, a normal day-off for everybody else that she had gone to the office with the dying hope of her project meeting its deadline, that they actually met. Both have been working in the same offices for quite some time, more like a couple of years, even sitting in the adjacent cubicles but they had barely interacted; except from the occasional hi’s and the good mornings’. There was always a reluctance, a sheer hesitation in his eyes even when they would rise in order to wish her the same. To everybody, he was just another workaholic who would move out of his cubicle, make a beeline to the pantry, take coffee, and make another beeline back to his place. So, that day, just for company’s sake over lunch, she asked Vishal to join her. And since then, everything had started falling out of place. She had expected it to be a sour company, a dull conversation if at-all. Out of courtesy,they offered each other, Vidya offering him her self-made  matar-paneer  an...