Writers' Choice: Lines of rhythmic beauty: "They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it..."
Looks like the ‘maid servant’ industry has the most telling job in the market. With ‘begging’ as a lucrative service closely following it, the terms and conditions of this service provides a higher standard of relaxation. Monthly payments remain fixed despite unlimited number of days’ leave or deliberate absence. A month-worn fixed salary comes without stress or pain and the only prerogative is a verbal information. They come in a package. They determine the price for a set of tasks and have the ‘option’ to press the ‘control’ button. They have innumerable excuses to convince the household head and sometimes even has the man succumb to their tantrums. Uncle X, over here, happened to scold one of our ‘heroines’ for lacking a sense of responsibility. She silenced him by shouting out loud, outside, for all to hear, for misbehaving with her. Our law too is at ‘their’ mercy, ( unintentionally of course). Strange but true. We have so become vulnerable to the onslaughts of the...
In my world--------- Stars speak through haloed range of galaxies. Words whisper memories of infancy and dreams. Fantasy serenades existential calm and power. Excitement echoes surrender and serenity to purpose. Social norms, are nothing more than abracadabra. Your paints and sketches touch my imagination. Love decks curiosity in sapphire glamour---- Hues of ethereal ignorance multiplies freedom And Bliss drops like nectar in sweet ecstasy To pump feeling, the heart has never felt before.
They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it but just to give me a boost. At such times, you cannot but help being but yourself, because it's Mother Nature conspiring to take you by the collar. I am susceptible to cold and cough. But my spirit got the better of me and I decided to take myself out without an umbrella. I was being completely with myself. No phone calls, occasional smiles, the pitter- patter of the rain and then as I rested my heavy self on a slab, I looked up to see the beauty Mother Nature thankfully presented. A plant with drops of rain on the edge of its leaves. Nothing new to nature lovers. No, not even me. But there it was revealing itself to me-- my beauty. I was there just in time to get the glimpse. The fading light would not have allowed me to participate in full measure had I been late, or had I allowed my mind to continue being clouded. There they wer...
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