Tuesday, September 30, 2014

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Monday, September 8, 2014

Moments # 36

Son had asked, “Why Abraham Lincoln fought for black people when he was a white himself?” Mother thought for a while and answered, “Lincoln was intelligent, he knew the truth.” Son’s wide and curious eyes made her continue, “You have read physics right? And you know that any color is anything but that color.” Son nodded enthusiastically. She continued, “If we see Negroids as black and other races as white, then think what their actual colors are…” Son jumped in joy! He knew the truth now, to remember always.
Color

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Friday, September 5, 2014

Moment # 35

All the time she continued to drift between dreams and memories. Finally when she woke up, it was dusk. Her eyes kept waiting for the shoreline
Dreams & Memories

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Moment # 34

“If epics are all about metaphors,” she said, “then who loved Sita more? Raama, who wanted her to go through that fire ordeal, or Raavana, who waited for her consent even though he had the capacity to rape her?” He did not enjoy complexity. He glanced at her and understood she wouldn’t let go. Debate continued, arguments offered for and against the “so-called” protagonist and antagonist. The tired couple went to sleep cuddling each other, without a conclusion.
Epic & metaphor

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Moment # 33

They did not get to see each other for decades….. His longing for her gave way for adventures. Her love for him created folklores. The bond was made of unknown elements. The affinity remained a mystery. Their story never ended.
The bond

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Moment # 32

The horror had halted to an end...Finally. Unconscious bouts of relief made him more thankful to God. But life is always so situational. Soon peace was synonymous with monotony. Routine was synonymous with suffocation.
Peace and Horror

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Moment # 31

He traveled the world after that-- kept drifting from time to time, from place to place. Life was meaningful yet anchorless. The anchor was left behind, frozen in the ice of time. Only the thought of spring haunted, when the ice would melt. He was more at ease with the winter inside him.
Frozen

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