I am taking part in the Write Tribe Problogger Challenge 2017 and the prompt for today’s post was “Terminal”. I pondered it, mulled it over, wracked my brains but couldn’t come up with anything. Then while chatting with my daughter I mentioned my dilemma to her. And she asked me, “What’s your interpretation of it?…
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Sunday mornings always feel special to me. No mater what the weather, it could be pouring cats and dogs, but Sundays for me are always days of sunshine and happiness. If I had to give Sundays a colour, it would be yellow, a lovely smiley sunshine yellow. Sundays are meant for a lazy snooze in,…
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Patterns Life was so predictable. A pattern set for each day, This then that and then this again, Repeat over and over. Linear… Horizontal or vertical, But always repetitive. The days falling in pattern. Till one day something broke. And everything started spinning, Twisting and turning, Mixing the broken pieces, To create New designs, new…
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This post is written in response to the prompt on Write Tribe’s #WritingWednesdays. “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ― Anton Chekhov “Is this what you call tea?” he yelled and flung the cup across the room at her. She ducked instinctively to avoid the hot liquid….
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