The past two days was an epic experience. We went on a family trip to the city of Pondicherry, now commonly known as Puducherry. I spent a lot of time with my camera, learning and experimenting. I plan to write in detail about my trip, but for now, here’s a photo I took.
Do tell me what you guys think, I would love to hear your feedback.
Sylvia Plath is beginning to grow on me. Her words are hauntingly relatable. They have an aura of dark reality that simply refuses to leave the mind. This one here is no different.
It’s bitter, it’s harsh, and it’s the truth.
Lies and smiles – that’s all we’ve consumed all our lives. Just thinking about it makes me wonder why it never before occurred to me. It’s the simplicity of the fact that makes you want to slap yourself hard in the face.
What a two-faced world we live in! Each of us has a face unknown to the rest of the world. A face that lies, a face that smiles; it’s become impossible to discern one from the other.
We’re all mere players in a world that’s as mysterious as we are.
P.S – Image source: Pinterest
I know it’s a little early, but this has been a great week! This week, I crossed 200 followers.
This week, I crossed 200 followers.
And to each one of you, I can’t say how thankful I am. Thank you for coming back each time; it motivated me to keep writing, to strive for better.
This blog has been lying bare for a long time. It was only recently that I took heart from the Daily Post’s Weekly Challenges, National Blog Posting Month, Today’s Author prompts and others like those. It’s been a great opportunity to meet new bloggers and do the virtual, ‘I-do-that-too’ jig.
I’ve been pushing myself to publish regularly, and it’s thanks to my readers who’ve kept the motivation alive. I couldn’t have posted as much without the conversations and the likes.
So, thanks again for reading. Hope you all have a great day, and week.
Cheers.
“Look, Mom!” The child pointed excitedly at the speeding car. “Mr. Bean!” Her face lit up at the sight of the green Ford. Her mother smiled mutely.
Her smile faded as she recognized the numbers on the plate; her birth date.
She remembered the day they registered the vehicle. It was her birthday – seven years ago. He had bought his first car and spent extra money on those particular numbers. She had been thrilled.
Now she just felt numb. He still had the car – but had easily abandoned her and their unborn child.
Paris!
He signed. She echoed. Next moment, he was on one knee — “Yes!”
They stood at the base of the majestic tower, looking upwards. Memories thronged.
He signed, she echoed. “It’s over.” “Oh, yes!”
Love is pretty uncertain, isn’t it? What do you think?
As a part of my collection of Flash Fiction.
The Chaos Within 