Friday 13 May 2016
Saturday 7 May 2016
The battle of Haldighati
Rana Pratap's coruscant bravery slashed every
head that came in his way on the battlefield. But the sheer force of the Mughal enemy reduced his belligerent mood and his small troop.
Sensing the situation, Chetak galloped , leaving the centre-stage.
Fatigued , he died in harness.
Rana built a memorial of his faithful Chetak.
Presenting a slice of Indian history, read more about
Chetak .
Monday 2 May 2016
Melody
Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge month May 2nd (2) "shadows of leaves"
shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten
© Jane Reichhol
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten
© Jane Reichhol
her lips forlorn
yearning for Lord Krishna
© Jane Reichhold
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Sunday 1 May 2016
Friday 29 April 2016
Tuesday 26 April 2016
Legacy
As I turn the starched stiff pages of the sepia toned images of the frozen moments of my infant days, my vision becomes blurred. I gently dab my eyes with Kleenex. Advancing age is another issue.
I caress the already worn out images with my trembling hands. I must have done this exercise a million times before. I can still feel the soft cotton fabric of my baby frock with dainty lace. My grandmother had hand-stitched it for me, her first born grand-daughter.
Those were the days of custom made clothes with the labour of love. Mass factory produced goods hadn't made inroads.
I pushed the bulky photo-album towards the other edge of the table.
The neatly folded pile of tiny frocks and bloomers reposed in the mahogany cabinet. Shrinking mothballs rested besides them.Gingerly picking them, I lay them on the table and a quick glance at the images in the album. Time stood still. It seemed just a day before that I had adorned them and the smell of the newly sewed clothes permeated my nostrils.
Smile stretched on my wrinkled face as I placed another set of baby clothes on the table besides the old set of clothes. Generations separated them but love and affection reigned as the common factor.These branded factory made clothes are personally chosen by me. Shopping on-line is a new feature added to my skills.
The old faded pile would be passed on as heirloom to the newest addition of my family.
NAY NAY.... , my values and blessings would be her legacy.
The old worn-out clothes will go with me: to the grave.
(Google Images)
Friday 22 April 2016
Wednesday 20 April 2016
Tuesday 12 April 2016
Monday 4 April 2016
Friday 1 April 2016
'Test'ing times
Loud noises knocked on her skull. The clock struck nine,
every stroke sending
her body into shivers. Jolted, she got up with rivulets trickling
down her bosom.
She sprinted into the venue clutching her duffel. The Physics lessons seem to
echo into her
psyche, her nervous feet refused to move forward. She stood rooted
into the
deserted school compound. She brought her wrist up. The seconds were
ticking. “I
overslept, missed the test. I will flunk. Oh God Newton, help me! ”
Her quivering lips widened into series of smiles letting off the suppressed tension.
Phew.
Physics test is tomorrow.
Prompt: Write 100 words on anything without using the letter A.
Monday 21 March 2016
Friday 18 March 2016
conquest
Oxygen barely flowed into her nasal passage but she was
flush with the
excitement despite the arduous journey. Every sinew in her body screamed.
She was not alone. The wafting clouds kissed her triumph,
long-cherished,
now fulfilled.
The howling winds acknowledged her presence.
She unburdened her baggage. Her needs were small.
She like the many had harboured a faint flicker of failure. Her
expectations
were moderate.
But try she would, never bow to failures. She secretly kept
her aspirations high.
She hoisted the tri-colour on Mt.Everest and said a prayer.
The climb down was treacherous but her adrenaline rising up.
The sentence prompt is
Keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs.
-William Howard Stein
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