Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Theme 196 - Rage

From @flirtingshadows: She shielded herself from the newspapers, the television and Twitter.  She was seething but felt highly inadequate. Mere rage was not enough. She itched to be brave, to shirk off her cozy existence and take to the streets like her counterparts in the capital had done. But she also knew that courage counted for nothing

From @realfartshady:

"No one cares. NO ONE!"

"Please let us go!"

The dark man swooshed in rage looking at his spiel "NO! Y"ALL ARE GOING NOWHERE! Watch. Listen. Enjoy."

The hostages cried for help as the artist picked up his glock-en-spiel to play.

From @DNRamki: TV anchors were shouting, ministers made statements, papers screamed about the incident in bold letters. Anguished women and men stood up to sticks, water cannons, teargas and brutal force. They shouted, cursed, and somehow held fort.  But he wasn’t among them. His rage was directed against his keyboard. He had an assignment to finish.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Theme 195 - Territory

From @brownicetea: You're mine. She might be your and I don't care but she must not claim you ever because of one simple reason you're mine. I am not possessive, I don’t believe in competition; it brings up beggary in a relationship. It is just that one cannot show affection towards you, you are in my territory. 

From @Adrenalyst: A national hero with medals on his proud chest, he was an inspiration to coming generations. Laying on the floor, smiling at the pain of his tortured body, his eyes opened to the sound of That bell. It was for the line that humans drew, he walked the Green Mile. It was a different territory.

From @DNRamki: The long summer vacation was over. He couldn’t wait to be back in school. As soon as he got down from the bus, he dashed to Class V A. Slowly, he pulled out his compass and etched a line on the desk before anyone saw. For this one year, this would now be his territory. 

From @roshd: It was past midnight and she tiptoed into Michelle’s room. She was fast asleep with Melwyn lying beside her. Her arm was across his chest and leg crossed over his stomach. Her territory was marked but Flavia was going to violate it. She woke her husband , careful not to disturb their 4 year old princess.

From @deescjockey: It was a mistake to come here, I thought as gingerly followed the puny laborers carrying over 30 kg of my old newspapers to the junkyard. I'd seen them before, scurrying around my building, speaking with eyes always lowered. Their gait was changed now, and I felt vulnerable under their eyes, in their territory.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Theme 194 - Judge

From @DNRamki:

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His hands trembled. His throat went dry and he ran out of breath.

She asked him the question again, but he still couldn't recollect what he had read. She looked at him with wide eyes, and then dismissed him.
She didn't think twice before she judged him ‘mediocre’

From @vidulachakradeo:
Label 1 – Pig head; look how stupidly he looks. Label 2 – Arrogant ass; who does he think he is? Label 3 – Mystery maniac; his eyes, my god. Label 4 – grey-haired furniture; forget that useless bloke. Label 5, label 6, labels endless. A man sits by himself, giving no explanations.

From @roshd:

The watchman walked towards her. Surely come to beg for more money, she thought.The last time he said his wife was seriously ill.

“What happened now? Hope no one died!,”She sneered.

With a sad face he nodded, “My wife. Here’s the money I borrowed from you madam. I’m going with my children to my gaon.”

From @vchatting:

I saw her smoke, drink...
Who'll meddle with a girl like her?
What do you mean! Girl like her....?
I mean, such a woman is not like wife material! Right?
Yes. She's too much of a woman for you to handle with your narrow mindset!
Don't judge me!
Don't judge her!

From @flirtingshadows:

I wanted us to be friends. And I thought that she wanted it too. I remember her nodding with glee when I expressed interest. I tried reaching out. But she always shot me down. Perhaps, she didn’t think much of me. I judged her for ignoring me, for being pretentious, for being judgmental about me.

From @marsdhirs:

Everyone in this world is a judge to everyone but himself. In collary you are being judged all the time. Earlier it was just physically when present but now you are judged with your emails  tweets your behavior on facebook and other  sites. If one would  introspect   and judge oneself things would be  much better

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Theme 193 - War

From @Aawara_Mann: We are like Soldiers in a War, and none of Us are back in town. I just know that victory is Mine, Before We leave this battleground. She doesn't want to leave, and I don't want to go., I don't know that how this battle goes., and I don't want to fight this kind of War..

From @swordfish19: 

“Guruji, the Gita talks about Kurukshetra, where the battle between the Pandavas and the Kauravas took place. Did that war really happen? Does Kurukshetra exist today?”

“Son, your mind is Kurukshetra. The war is always inside. All the negative senses such as anger, greed and lust are the enemies. Rise above these and you win.”  

From @flirtingshadows: They stood at opposite ends of the room. Torn and hurting, but adamant. One trying to save the other from the self. A mother trying to reason, a daughter flinching. Angry words, hot tears, air laden thick with accusations and guilt. Each wants to close the distance but hesitates. They were, after all, at war. 

From @roshd: Today was the day he'd return home duly discharged from the army hospital after that life threatening shrapnel injury. She wondered how 5year old Niharika would react. She needn't have bothered. Father and daughter seemed to be merged into each other, so tight was their embrace. The amputated leg was no issue. 

From @LifePenCripted It was a big day for him. He had to choose between his passion and what his parents' wanted. Being the only child he had responsibilities. But it required him to do what he would never love. His mind and heart were at war. He finally chose his mind. He chose his responsibilities. He sacrificed.

From @kanakkupullai: He knew he would never be able to make it to the examination. He wasn’t sufficiently prepared, not even remotely close to completing the syllabus. Many would laugh at his failures, but, what if he just passed? His mind urged him to move on, he never could. The eternal battle for glory pushed him forward.

From @zoarcher: As the clock ticks 8.50, Laxmibai valiantly enters the daily morning battlefield. Platform No. 2. Surviving harsh elbow pushes, ruthless strangling of her dupatta around her neck, stinking armpits, she manages to board the train. Just as she wins the battle, the war begins. For an empty seat, for a place to stand peacefully.   

From @DNRamki: 

He sat across the table with an empty glass in hand, and stared at her. Third time this week, they had been hurling abuses at each other. Every word she mouthed, seared through him. She didn’t seem to care too much about that though.

He’d had enough. He calmly picked up the glass, and hurled it…

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Theme 192 - Wait

From @indianidle: She waited for many days. Every time she dialed his number, she disconnected instantly before it even rang. But today she had decided she would call him and tell everything. She called and there was a voice from the other end,”Please wait , the person you are calling is on another call.”

From @seedhibaaat: When she left, he said he'll wait. When he decided to leave, she started waiting.
And then they realised "the wait" was just a game they had started playing with each other. Sadly , no one ever seemed to win.

From @marsdhirs: Wait is a word most of us indians have not heard of. Don't believe me? Just spend a few minutes at a traffic light and if you still don't believe me come to the traffic light early mornings or late at night. I am sure u will understand what I am trying to mean..

From @Pentropy:

Soul had left last Monday; body didn’t. Felt closer to far end of heaven stair than the bed.  Their tears were confused; I slipped off. A medicine cut the story short and triggered the hypocrite certainty. I tweeted:

“Thanks to lawmakers for legalizing euthanasia. Untied wings are be better than a decorated cage”

From @swordfish19:

The violinist was playing all day long on the sidewalk. Most would pass him by, throwing an occasional glance his way. Some would linger for a while and listen to his tunes.
It was almost late evening now and his hat was still empty. He had still not given up hope though.
Patience, he thought.

From @roshd: She knew about his ladies bar habits. It was Friday and he gave her the familiar line, “I’ll be late. Entertaining some clients. Don’t wait up for me.” She didn’t. She took the jewellery, the cash and the evening flight out of the city. She had planned this two Fridays ago. Hell hath no fury…

From @deescjockey: "They wouldn't forget an old widow like me," she muttered to herself as she carefully packed the gifts for the new bride and laid her new sari on bed. The wedding starts in 4 hours, part of her reminded herself. Any minute now, she thought as she stood in the balcony awaiting the belated invitation.

From @DNRamki: “Now that your exams are over, you can relax right?” he heard her voice on the phone and he smiled. It had been a while since he smiled. “Well, yeah...” he trailed off. He wondered if he could explain, how agonizing it was going to be until the results arrived. And maybe, even after that...

From @flirtingshadows: She waited until the rage had died down, the lump in her throat had dissolved and her lips had stopped quivering. She waited until he was done with his soul-baring soliloquy. She waited until all was quiet and then quipped gently, “Let’s go to the beach and watch the sunset?” He smiled a slow smile.

From @NumbYaar: She waited for love all her life. She wasn’t ready to fall for anything that came her way. But it wasn’t long before her patience had the better of her. She gave in to an arranged marriage and learnt to live with the idea. Alas! Soon love came knocking on her door.

From @BrinjalKBaataan: The boy gazed outside the window, longingly, as his classmates ran around, full of mirth. He shifted his attention back to his imposition, immediately, when he noticed that his teacher was about to look up from her book. She glanced outside to see her boyfriend coach the children and wondered when they could leave.

From @tweettabulous:

Disdainful life and a bleak future led me to believe that living was meaningless. But morals instilled had taught me, suicide was more of a coward’s way out. I was stronger than that.Suddenly the talk about the Mayans spread. My escape route well-planned. Then he came along, that wait to end… is no more.

From @iyer_raman: Every night he puts out the lights and sits by the window, smoking cigarette after cigarette. The building he stares at is asleep. But he knows one room will light up. And she’ll appear, the stranger next door, to spend some time like no one’s watching. Tomorrow it may well be curtains, but till then…

From @MissMistreated:

Fifty years ago, you gave me a note - that final morning. No word has been sent. The enemies you left to fight with are long dead.

On my deathbed, I decide to unlock the mystery.

“I will return”, your handwriting says.

He waits as I do, anticipate my rebirth. I feel content.

He will come.

From @shark_speak: Even before the cobwebs of sleep had cleared from his mind, he checked his phone. No unread messages. “Not to worry,” he told himself, “she will call soon.” The majestic sun travelled its long distance across the sky. He dropped dead on his bed. No unread messages. It had been two years. The wait continued.

From @divigyaan:

"Love you baby" she said this expecting a "love u too".  Whats app showed him 'online' and this didn't let her hope die. Waited for fifteen she finally said,"I always knew you never loved me back :(".

After few minutes her phone buzzed. The message read, "I was last seen in the loo, my stomach is bad" :(

From @vchatting:

Hi, you home. How nice! See, my nails, i got them done for the party tomorrow. And what about "my" joblist? Were you able to call the mechanic, deposit my cheque?, or was office as busy as usual!

Honey, can you never wait....; I've just returned. Sometimes, can you just let me breathe...in peace..

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Theme 191 - Chocolate

From @IndianIdle: He wanted to take revenge. She had humiliated him very bad. He took all her chocolates and put it in a jar, and then placed the jar on the high shelf. She would see it but not get it. Slow torture.

From @LadyCardiidae: "Hey, how come you called me clingy," she said. "Why? But it's true," he defended." But all she ever did was make him feel special, make him feel loved. All he ever wanted was his space. So she gave it to him and went back to eating chocolate and clinging to her weight. Bitter sweet.

From @roshd: She was from Delhi very fair, beautiful and intelligent. He was a South Indian- dark, thick-set and spoke with a typical accent. He made her laugh but was strong, smooth and made her feel heady and in love. Just like chocolate. Incidentally she loved Bournville.

From @swordfish19: The young girl was the sole survivor of the plane crash. It would be some time before the search team would reach the crash site. Her tears had run dry. She espied a bar of chocolate amidst the ruins. She opened the wrapper and sniffed at the aroma of the slab. Grief was momentarily forgotten.

From @tweettabulous:

Eleven years of marriage and the sex life was nonexistent. Work woes had taken over sweet nothings. We tried to spice things up by drinking champagne and teasing with strawberries. He then poured melted chocolate on me, began licking slowly. Perfect seduction by the rule-book.

We woke up the next morning. Another futile attempt.

From @vivekisms: He remembered his first gift from him. It was a chocolate that he had wanted to eat. The first memory. The first bite of joy. It stayed with him.

From @flirtingshadows: Chocolate always elevated her to a happier plane. It induced her “Cheshire cat smile” and many giggles. The thrill of unwrapping the foil carefully to avoid the spilling crumbs and the joy of the impending sugar rush was a heady combination. Consuming it was a blur. Twas over before she could pause and relish it.

From @vidulachakradeo: Lost in reverie, her tongue runs. Up, down, up, down. Aahhh! A happy shiver runs through her. Her enticing lips lick the fingers, one at a time, then the hands. Quickly she goes up, bites. Once. Twice. "No, I shouldn't." "Stop, stop...I can't". "Darn you chocolate ice cream". 400 calories devoured. "Made me a sinner".

From @iyer_raman: “Can I have it?” pleaded the beggar. The kid pointed towards the solitary coin in the beggar's bowl, and said “heads me, tails, you”.The beggar handed it over and prayed. And lost. He wanted another chance, but the kid had disappeared. The trophy still remained, sealed in glossy purple that gleamed in the evening sun.

From @lucidillusions_ :

She went to the garden. Dug a small hole in the shadow of her favourite tree. She fished for something in her pocket and placed it in the hole. Covered it with soil and poured some water.

She ran inside to her brother. "Soon we will have a huge tree of chocolate." she told him.

From @vchatting:

"See, I have some special chocolate sauce for our special night,tonight,you game?"

"Ahh! I had a tough day at work ; really tired. I know it's the night you've been waiting for,but will you mind, if we just slept..in a cuddle?"

"Oh ok", she said, pouring chocolate sauce all over her dessert plate , with a vacuous, faraway look....

From @shark_speak: Mlinzan twitched nervously. Boss Zoltan had made it clear he would leave Mlinzal back on Earth if he didn’t manage to snare at least one earthling. Which is why, Mlinzal had camouflaged himself as a human in this hideous “shopping mall”. As a female walked towards him, he gently offered the tray to her. “Chocolate?”

Theme 190 - Fiction

From @lucidillusions_ :

"She smiled at me.", he told them, " even though she was crying blood.".  The psychiatrist looks at his mother with no hope.

She leaves the book on the table and walks to the window. She looks towards the mirror and sees tears of blood. She wipes them; realizes some facts are stranger than fiction.

From @roshd: His book ‘Love after Love’ was a runaway success. At the celebration party, Khalid, that cranky Times critic, walked up to him. “Frankly a very weak story line. Hard to believe an ex-lover can be so supportive.” Roy smiled. Reena, head honcho of Pennyville, his publisher, was his ex- girlfriend. Truth is stranger than fiction.

From @flirtingshadows: They knew little of each other. But with a few conversations, two individuals with fictitious names got a wee bit less lonely. She enthralled him with the details of a fabricated life and he was a patient listener. The life she was recounting was never hers. But he eagerly lapped up everything she had concocted.

From @Mitchellez: At the café, accompanied by coffee and loneliness, she sat gazing out of the french window.  People walking down the avenue. Lost in thought. Lost in their own little world. Not stoping to look at the brokeness around. Oblivious to the clamour tugging at their sleeves.  The café, just like life, was another movie theatre.

From @iyer_raman:

“Sorry Somu, you have to go today.”
 “I don’t want to die! What will happen to Yoshi? And the kids! They need me!”
“Just shut up now and let me think of a way to kill you.”
The writer lit a cigarette, and worked out several possibilities.
The keyboard waited patiently to script Somu’s end.

From @vchatting:

My teacher said, we will read fiction in class, tomorrow. Maa what is fiction?, wide eyed, asked my little son.
That, which is not a fact, is fiction, I said unmindfully...
And what is a fact?
Fact is a truth, which exists, which you can touch and feel.
Like "food" is a fact but "eaten" is fiction? Right maa....?

From @tunnvi: Mad as a hatter. Liar like Pinocchio. Honest like Jiminy the cricket.  As evil as Cruella De Ville.  Obsessive like Miss Havisham. As genius as Sherlock. Wrong doing just like Michael Henchard. Charming and intelligent like Hamlet. A child at heart like Tom Sawyer. Yes, he was stranger than fiction.

From @quratzafar:

She cries big tears and holds back her fears.
There is a world inside her, a world meaning to be discovered.
But till she can find it, it's fiction.
And we all know fiction is unreal.

From @zoarcher: For as long as she could remember, Dipti had heard and seen stories of heroes fighting villains single-handedly to protect their beloved one. Today, as she stood surrounded by hooligans, she wondered when her knight in shining armour would come. In the next few minutes, she learned that life was not a work of fiction.

From @absoluteme:

He, a storyteller. She, a rationalist.
He has imaginary friends she doesn't mind; and she makes sure they all brush their teeth before bed.
He tell tales and she's all ears.
He's fabulous. She keeps him from becoming fabulist,
He weaves life-like fables and she dwells in his imagination.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Theme 189 - Outsider

From @wannabesanyasin: The messages were abrupt. Conversations leading into absolute nothingness. Ignorance and isolation gripped me. There was nothing much to discuss but there was a lot left to be said. With distance, grew silence. It wasn't ego but self-respect. Oscillating between mere purposes and mandatory festive wishes, a friend made me feel like an outsider.

From @minolajekar:

I constantly stand here on the periphery, belonging nowhere to nobody. Stuck here at the border, too timid to face immigration, too clever to turn back, too afraid to try the new, too sad the leave the old. 
I constantly stand here on the periphery, wondering what it feels like to belong.

From @flirtingshadows: It was a traditional joint family; patriarchal, hierarchical and averse to change. The daughters-in-law were at the bottom of the pecking order, with the daughters being one step above. Its structural ties allowed little space for individual freedoms. You either submitted completely or stood out like a sore thumb or worse still, remained the outsider.

From @iyer_raman:

He was greeted with a stoic silence and uncomfortable smiles.
He ignored the boulder-sized hint, and went on to hug her.
“Not now” she hissed. “Can’t you see I am with my friends? Just go dad!”
A sharp pain seared through his ribs.
And it wasn't just the jab from a 9 year old elbow.

From @viveklectic:

After much deliberation he rang the doorbell.

Even after three years, he couldn’t get her out of his head. He landed at her doorsteps in an alien country to ask one last question.

She opened the door. A man stood behind her, his arms around her waist. She stared at him like an outsider.

From @vchatting:

The ring of that laughter....in a flash, she saw him, at the rear end of the departmental store. He still had his playful countenance, same ring in his laughter. A kid on his shoulder! "Then the lady must be his wife," she thought, absorbing their intimacy in her glance.
Mechanically, as she paid the cashier and ran out of the store,the voice in her head hammered repeatedly, "See.... you are the outsider!"

From @ghose_1988: She liked attending church on Sundays. She was willing, she was eager. It all looked so odd. Her parents were startled and amazed.” We are Hindus”, they exploded. She turned a deaf ear to them. She loved her new identity. There were words of love, encouragement and righteousness spoken over there. Life had hope now.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Theme 188 - Ground

From @swordfish19: He jumped off the skyscraper. He was magnetized by the ground and now he was falling towards it with breakneck speed.  Then there was a crunch and he just had time to take one last sniff of the musty earth. And then, there was no ground. He was floating in the ether.  He felt alright.

From @flirtingshadows: She leaned against the wall, as she heard him raise his voice at her. He was agitated. But she wasn’t sure why or how. She was running short of breath but he didn’t notice that. She took a step closer to him but again it went unnoticed. He only saw her crumple to the ground.

From @tweettabulous:

“You must taste this, it is the most wonderful Shiraz I’ve had in a long time.”
“Alright. Wow! It is amazing and very smooth. You make a fine connoisseur, darling.”

 Somewhere in a vineyard…
“Oh! You humans always celebrating, relishing divine substances and rejoicing. Forgetting how much pain, I go through while being ground. Hmmph!”

From @VidulaChakradeo:

18,000 feet in air, he felt invincible. Everything below him looked tiny. His pompous laughter belittled everything. The world below was so worthless. So full of himself, he took up on a feisty gust of wind. Slapped hard, he slammed into the ground.

The higher your ‘EGO’ flies, the harder it falls on its face.

From @writingchalk:

Started a company at 15.
Had 200 patents to his name at 17.
Appeared on TIME Magazine’s cover at 20.

All of this made him pompous.

Then, he was sued for patent theft.
Lost the case.
His ego fell tumbling from the sky.

He spent the rest of his life turning coffee beans into powder.

From @AskThePankazzzz: Ever since they learnt to crawl on the ground; they loved. They showed love. They made love. They never knew on what grounds did it become 'incest'. They stood their ground. They were grounded. Nobody knows who won between feelings & taboos, but they sleep next to each other now. Some 6 feet under the ground.

From @zoarcher: Aiko was walking home; lost in her thoughts. Suddenly she felt the ground below her feet tremble. Like a delicate leaf. Fear surged through her veins. Her heart pounded. An earthquake was descending on her beloved Toyohashi city, thought she. She looked around frantically. Coming her way though, was just a large group of sumos.    

From @divigyaan: What a hard, yummy curvy texture. It is so difficult to resist it. Really man, “no one can eat just one” but definitely, it is better when steamed and gets chewy. A nut better when not screwed, I like it whole. Love for ‘GROUNDNUT’ will never die.

From @aaroo4: Why do you say “I ground you” when i do something bad? Does that mean i have to stick to the ground? He went on staring at his parents. Exasperated, his dad replied “It just means no fun, no TV, no going out, nothing”. But why do you say” I ground you” he went on.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Theme 187 - Rant

From @QuratZafar:

There he sat at the end of the street, his hair a mess and face muddy,
‘What ails you, friend?’, someone asked.
‘I can’t ever love someone; I can’t ever be completely selfless. I can’t ever love someone. I can’t, I can’t.’

From @wistyloony:

"You don't understand me."
"You don't like me anymore."
"You never cared."
"Did you ever love me?"
"Why would you want a break from me?"
"I NEVER rant!"
"The world will end & people like you will die with it!"
"Of course I don't know what you think! Have you ever tried telling me?"

From @Ladycardiidae:

She used to go on and on about her life. Most of it was bad poetry. She preferred to call it a rant. It was just a matter of time. "When a particular phase is over, you can't even identify those words. You don't want to own them," he said. "Just like lovers," she said.

From @MirrorOfErised_ :

As  the night turned blue,
His life's evening touched a hue.
He sat on the edge,
His old age was but a hedge.
Gone were the days when he would appreciate,
He even complained about what he ate.
He was a critic,
Nagging just to prick.
He summoned for death,
Crippled by his ill health.

From @vagabondinact:

My Facebook status - 24 likes.

In the portico, between the morning coffee sips; over the breakfast table, between the morsels; across the cubicles,  around the water cooler, between the office gossip;  over the dinner table, between the sitcom updates- of the  trending topics on twitter or facebook, we rant. Our solution to all issues. 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Theme 186 - Lonely

From @flirtingshadows: He remarked that she was lonely. Almost confronted her with it. She hotly denied it, feeling somewhat sheepish. Vulnerable and exposed. She retreated a few steps. Took a minute to collect herself and retorted, “There are few people I find engaging enough to have an intelligent conversation with. The rest I care two hoots for!”

From @music_keeda: She jogs on. Staring into oblivion, the body devoid of pain, the mind opaque to thoughts. Her past’s been tense, future, imperfect. No lover to embrace her loneliness, no friend to laugh with, no family to share the meal with. She runs. Incessantly. When people compliment on her good health; she smiles.

From @vivekisms: It all started with a kiss. He did not see it coming. A kiss and some more. A touch. A fleeting smile. The promise to keep in touch. When everything fades. Memory is short. Loneliness is a vast nation.

From @swordfish19: His loneliness engendered the doppelganger. At first, he used to talk to it about stuff in general in the confines of his room. The doppelganger was subservient at first, but then it turned rogue. So much so that it became he and he became it. He’s almost lost now. And it isn’t lonely.

From @whackydjavi: He, a person who loved crowds. Talking and chatting to one and all. Could start conversations with anyone whether a friend or stranger. One day he started talking to her. Awesome conversations they would have. Soon he found that he could be amongst hundreds, but if not talking to her he always felt so lonely.

From @TheQuietBelle_ : Recklessly mean, shamelessly conniving, excessively jealous and a despicable person in general - that's how her friends actually defined her. They just dressed their dislike in a facade of affection in her presence. They hated her but often pitied her too because she was oblivious to the self-inflicted loneliness she was heading  towards.

From @monathais:

As always her favorite hours in the day came.

When she could speak her heart out, when she could let love pour like rain during summer, when everything that had previously happened to her was explained and commented. When jokes were told. When warm and beautiful smiles were given.

As always the room walls remained mute.

From @tweettabulous:

Perfect compatibility - the oneness, the love, the similar thought process, the zeal for life and each other. Soul mates to the truest meaning.

You, fill my senses with sheer happiness and pure bliss by just being there.

But, the fact remains  you’re not really mine. We are together, yet I am all alone.

From @writingchalk:

“On your marks... get set... go!”
 A million racers. For ONE prize.
 As the winner approached the finish line, he turned around.
 The rest had dropped dead. Only he survived.
 His eyes welled up with tears. What will he do now?
 “There’s no time for sorrow!” said the egg, as it consumed the last sperm.

From @aaroo4: Saya sang aloud “am off for the weekend, leaving by the 10am bus & back Monday night”. “What? Who is coming with you?” asked her mom. “Nobody mom, just me” Saya replied. “You are going to be so lonely and bored” her mom grunted. “Alone is not lonely mom, uff ” Saya retorted in frustration

From @VidulaChakradeo: Born in Chinatown, he changed the way American films showed Asians. His kicks, punches were said to be faster than the shutter speed of a 35mm camera. The Asian star who’s blockbusters like Enter the Dragon, Fist of Fury punched the whites-worshiping 70 mm world. He was the lone Kung-Fu king. Lone Lee – Bruce Lee!     

From @zoarcher: Uff. Me, such a pretty thing, colours dancing on my curvalicious body; sitting lonely on a virgin beach. The sound of crashing waves makes me shiver. I sigh, but no one hears. Suddenly someone caresses me. Picks me up and strings me with other beauties. Till now alone, I am now part of jewellery.    

From @divigyaan: How can someone rely on someone else for their own happiness? Waiting and longing for his arrival. His smile made her happy and his words made all the difference. Finally, the door bell rang, wait was over and loneliness escaped. She opened the door only to hear, “Miss Rita, your double cheese burst pizza” enjoyyy!

From @shark_speak:

The Princess felt lonely in the dungeon. There had been muffled voices from beyond the walls, but that was all. Surrounded by darkness, she felt like she hadn’t even opened her eyes. Now, as she got pushed out of her prison, her heart leapt with anticipation at never being lonely again.

“It’s a girl.”

From @lucidillusions_ :

It opens it's eye and sees it's dark outside. It's time for it to step out. It takes the first step. Gently glides out. Click.

It's blinded. It feels a hand. Slowly its eyes adjust; sees her.

"I finally found the tiny monster !", she screams. "Now I can have a friend to share secrets with."

From @MissMistreated:

Watching the drunken snowflakes dance, I lie in bed feeling like a child in this king sized beast. I wish upon the falling star, knowing it will not be granted, for I cannot be where he is. Wishing and waiting, I try to squeeze the life out of his pillow.

But pillows don't hug back...

From @Whiteness: “I drink vodka like water and listen to classical music every night. Often loneliness creeps into my thoughts and makes me realize I truly exist,” He continued writing after gulping down the glass of vodka and feeling the exposition of music, “I sometimes wonder, if someone would take away my existence along with my loneliness.”

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Theme 185 - Sea

From @wekneweachother: If only some of that salt could rub off on me. If only I could breathe in that organic oxygen one last time. If only soaking up that deep blue pushed my blues away. If only floating like a tiny particle, insignificant yet significant, through the years of overflowing saturation led me to the light.

From @MirrorofErised_ : "Our Castle," I said proudly looking at him. "Only ours," he conceded, looking straight into my eyes. The sand castle stayed there unbrandished by the waves. Silently, we stared at the serene sea with its waves peacefully hitting the shore. I shifted my gaze to him. In his eyes, the sea looked even more magnificent.

From @shark_speak: I stand at the docks, looking at the Arabian Sea reflecting the night sky. Inshallah, tomorrow I make my first voyage. People warn me about strange lands and sea-monsters, but... A strange sense of destiny seems to be calling out to me. My first mate asks me, “Sinbad, do we sail tomorrow?” “Yes,” I reply.

From @aaroo4: It was a welcome break. No hospitals or injections for 3weeks the doctor had said. They packed and hit the road. He drove and she sat beside him in silence. Suddenly A small voice from the back seat screamed "Thea mommy, look look, so much water". Teary eyed they looked at each other and smiled.

From @salonitia: She saw her fall ,before she could rush to pick her ,her daughter,got up and finished the race .It didn't matter whether she won or lost ,what was important was her ability to get up on her own and run again.Sea of emotions welled up in her as tears trickled down her cheeks !

From @Asteroidosmic: Tightly, she clutched the sand with her feet. The fear was rising. The Blue Monster was closing in. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She let it kiss her feet and embrace her. She released the sand, she let go of all her fears. She felt free. She had found her happy place.

From @lucidillusions_ :

She would look up every night.  She would see bright lights in the darkness. These lights fascinated her more than anything, she decided to name them stars. Night after night she would wish upon these shooting stars.

Finally one day she gathered enough courage; decided to swim up and explore the world beyond the sea.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Theme 184 - Masks

From @AskThePankazzzz: Used his eyes as a dart to hit her straight in the heart. That momentary exchange of rings gave her wings! Like a dress of satin, she wore his skin. It was too late by the time she realized he wore many faces. Her existence now lies closed in a file of dowry death cases.

From @MirrorofErised_ : Washing her face, sealing a smile to her lips she looked at herself in the mirror. Her real, despicable self gone. Her facade of brightness and cheerfulness glued to her countenance. With an air of pretentious dignity, the prostitute walked out of the washroom. The day masked all of her soiled doings by the night.

From @lucidillusions_ :

Clink ! Cracks appear. She traces them.

She takes it off. They look at her face. They feel repelled by her beauty. She can see pain in their eyes. She looks away and notices the other mask.

She covers her face with the mask called story.
She knows, no matter how beautiful, truth when naked repulses.

From @tweettabulous:

Masquerade party to bring in the New Year. Dressed up in the prettiest red gown. He, in a well-fit black suit approached, asked me to dance. I flushed crimson. We danced the entire evening.He kissed me at midnight, the best ever kiss. And disappeared into the night.

If only I had seen his face…

From @swordfish19: The politicians were on the stage. A campaigner was talking about how he would improve things in the locality.  A man got up from the crowd and screamed “You liars! Take off your masks!”  And then, in unison, all the politicians stood up and peeled off their masks to reveal their jackal faces, laughing, howling.

From @wannabesanyasin: It was about time. But it was something she just had to do. She’d refused to come for the wedding because she couldn’t see the one she truly loved, walk away with someone else. She wiped her tears and caught the very next flight. She faced something she dreaded. The mask was on. As always.

From @roshd: Alcohol is really the truth serum. Get a man high and watch his mask slip off. See that creepy guy trying to paw the ladies- that’s really his true nature masked by sobriety. Ditto for Mr. Singer, Mr. Preacher and Mr. Dancer. The worst is that brawler. All his frustrations come out after he’s tipsy.

From @flirtingshadows: “There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet…” were her favorite lines. Perhaps, her favorite mode of being too. Life was so much hassle-free with the many faces she put on. A devoted daughter, a dutiful wife, a diligent employee, an ardent lover.

From @SimplySilly_ :

With his hands on her waist, hers on his shoulders and eyes glued to each other, they kept dancing to the music without caring about anyone else in the hall.

At midnight, they took off their mask and kissed. Amongst the loud noise of the crackers, he whispered in her ear, "Happy New Year, love!"

From @writingchalk:

“Oh hi! You look gorgeous! Is that a Manish Malhotra?”
“Yes darling! And you have gone international. That must be a Prada!”
“Gucci actually. But do tell me what you’re doing with your skin! It is GLOWING!”
“Some other time my love. See you...”
Peck on cheek. Backs turned.
The grim facade continues...

From @vidulachakradeo: Every 30 secs they tell her she is the un-pretty shade of darkness. Male adulation isn’t her destiny. A 4-week miracle, shade after shade will get her dark self off. She’ll be epitome of beauty. Message stays same. What changes – name of fairness cream. When’ll women deny this fake fairness mask and wear some dignity.

From @shark_speak: The pain was unbearable. Ashish lay quietly as his torturer leaned over him, his mask hiding a sinister grin. The naked bulb right over Ashish’s eyes notched the torture a degree higher. A final drill and then… sudden silence. The torturer took off the mask and smiled. “See you in six months,” said the dentist.

From @ItsNerdvana:

The water turns crimson red as it falls into the sink. He wipes his brow with a smug expression that only his eye in the mirror can see. It’s done…another one, laid to rest.

The clock tells him it’s time to pick up his son. It’s time for “The Father”, one of his many masks.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Theme 183 - Numbers

From @roshd: The home loan was finally paid off. He was tired of his job chasing numbers month after month. He could do what he truly wanted now. Be a writer. Then he came across a great property going cheap. As he estimated the EMI and fund requirement, the dream was buried for a few more years.

From @eyolous:

That one night we kissed just once but our mouths pressed each other for infinity. Our tongues fumbling;  Searching, reaching out for our love kernel. Five times. I know.

Our heart beat deafening the night sounds—1,2,3…1,2,3… That one night, a million pangs more joy than pain. One night. Lost.

From @DNRamki: He wore a crisp white shirt, ironed trousers. Pulled on the white lab coat. The stethoscope went around his neck. He pinned his card, and slipped his feet into those polished shoes. Today he was becoming the family’s first doctor. But to the examiner, just another 6 digit number he had to mark.

From @veturisarma: The head aligned with his left foot and the weight transferred effortlessly on to the front foot. The bat met the ball in a pristine straight drive and he felt he still belonged. They wrote 137. First hundred in 22 Months and some more numbers. Now that was something he was never good at.

From @michlliii:

Blistering morning sun and there he was; tensed, rugged look, tall and watching me walk upto him like a Hawk.

As soon as I met his eye, he told me he was leaving. Leaving forever. It all came down to count the number of days left, that we would try to relish and cherish.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Theme 182 - Abyss

From @thechildscreams: Whatever we had seems like the black hole to me now. The day you walked away, I saw this fog in the way. It was all dreamy until I realized I was standing all alone. I kept thinking about where I was. The dark abyss that it was, the space seemed to stretch infinitely.

From @mitchellez: “How do I define pain?” He asks her, “Shall I compare it to the hollowness of a bottomless pit or the vast abyss of a desert? Shall I weigh it against the unfathomable chaos in the heart of a saviour, walking the route to Calvary?” “No” She gently retorts, “Pain is the offspring of love.”

From @swordfish19: There is a well with no water in it. If you stand at its edge and look down you won’t see its bottom. If you throw a rock in it, you can stand there for ages, but you won’t hear its thud. The well is deep. In fact, some believe the well has no bottom. 

From @wannabesanyasin: It was raining very heavily. She sat by the window enjoying the breeze and with every droplet that soaked her face, a realization settled in. The emptiness woke up with a start. Suddenly, the phone cried. The message said, 'I'm leaving. Meet me?' And she finally knew what mattered. What resided deep in her abyss.

From @slokabs:

Bikes and cars zoomed past. Busy pedestrians went about their business candidly, not looking around to admire the rainbow or smell the air.

Asha’s life had been plunged into depths of silence since birth, but at least her sense of sight and smell made her appreciate bounties that people with all five senses often missed!

From @viveklectic:

Their togetherness had just been a mirage. Like a staring contest which he lost the moment he blinked. She was gone and with her lost was the utopia.

In the bottomless pit where the memories dwelt of a past that could not be, he found his solace.

From @vidulachakradeo: I stared at a blank Word page for long. So many topics tried to write themselves on the blank canvas. The chaos before creation, the deep darkness of guilt, Insanity of John Nash’s ‘Beautiful Mind’. Alas. Topics were mercilessly pushed down the endless blank of a writer’s block. Did they find an end? Who knows?    

From @roshd: She was spiralling into an abyss accelerated by the vodka which was her constant companion. He had moved on. She felt pangs of jealousy as he mingled with the girls at the party.  Then he walked over to her and snatched her drink saying, "Beautiful women don't need to poison themselves." Suddenly there was sunshine.

From @snehzana:

Dear abha,
With you in my life, my abyss will be filled with happiness. Be with me, I need you.
She threw the letter away. Abha couldn't read English.

From @RaspberryDolly:

It was a black pit. An abyss. Not a tunnel. And there was no light at the end of it.

There were tears streaming down her face. And gusts of wind billeting her body.

But she was rising. Not falling. That’s all she could remember as she was jolted back to life.

From @flirtingshadows: I’m trapped in an abyss of memories. Of the times you held out your hand while crossing the road, the places we visited and the nights you stayed up with me to confront my fears. I feel indebted to you. And I want to rid myself of this feeling. Without belittling you or your emotions. 

From @PeaceOVent:

The depth of red shocked her. She closed her eyes and still saw red.

He was oblivious to it now. His blank stare was her jubilation. She raised the knife and made another deep cut. There was no looking back from here.

From @vivekisms: They knew it would not be easy. The road would be tough. It wasn't accepted yet. The loving of two men. Yet they endured. They took their chances. They had to freefall. The abyss of love they said.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Theme 181 - Soulmate

From Basanti_Returns:
He would understand without her talking,
Hand in hand they would silently keep walking.
Distance couldn't rip them apart,
for the connect was not of the bodies, but of the hearts.
Her body burnt to ashes, eternal was her soul,
He endlessly waits for her, his story untold.

From @swordfish19:

“Will you meet me in our next life too?”
“What do you mean?”
“See, the soul was never born so it can never die, it just changes bodies.”
“But how will I meet you in my next life?”
“Just wish real hard for it. Your wish will get fused into the soul.”
Then they kissed.

From @flirtingshadows: She was six. But her best buddy was closer to thirty. They chatted, played and bonded every day. Akin to a mother and daughter. Except they were not. She fondly called her didi. We’d ask about what about when didi moves away? Pat came the reply, “I’ll marry her son and go live with her!”

From @VidulaChakradeo: A Google page is opened. Two words are typed in the search bar. 2,960,000 results are found in 0.35 seconds. How amazing? Some are free tests. Some quizzes. Some quotes. Some calculators. Some definitions. Technology takes over the matters of heart. Once, the heart knew how to find a ‘soul mate’. Today, Google does.

From @monathais:

A strong perfume makes her startle. But the room hosts just her solitude. She keeps typing a story on her blog.

“I have all the reasons to love my wife. Then why the longing?”

He clicks on a random blog, leaves a comment. She reads, smiles, replies.

The divine keyboard.

From @vivekisms: There were be plenty of men, he thought. So many, who he considered being companions, and may be more. It would turn out differently. They  would love. Ways would part. Soul mates? he thought and reached out for the next read.

From @divigyaan: White gown, black tuxedo, his mother, her father, friends and relatives. One motive, one thought- ‘they are Soulmates’. Vows are ready to be read and that one question will decide their fate. But when everything is going great there is a silent voice screaming inside, what if she says, “No, I don’t”.

From @zoarcher: “He’s The One”, said a warm voice. “Who”, she wondered. No one was in sight. “He’s on his way”, reassured the voice. Her eyes searched, her heart waited. Then she heard them, the sound of hooves galloping. No one came. The sound grew louder and didn’t stop. Till she didn’t shut off her morning alarm.

From @ghose_1988: God’s will for relationships is excellent if His will is followed. A soul mate is God’s gift. The level of understanding in this case, is often good. But since no one is perfect. Relationships have to be worked upon. Sacrificial understanding is must. After all Love is Blind, Marriage is an Eye opener.

From @AnOddYelllow: They had spent all their lives together, traveled the world and seen legends come to life. No story was complete without them as they were like the narrator of every single tale told in the world. They were soul mates because pen and paper were made for each other to let people live forever.

From @roshd:

As they headed back from the hospital, Shyla squeezed Reuben’s hand tight. Her friend, Pushpa, was absolutely devastated after her malignant breast was removed.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure counselling will help her”, Reuben consoled her. “You were so much stronger after your mastectomy.”

“That was because I had you for a husband. Pushpa doesn’t”.

From @mitchellez: The unrest in her life made him uneasy. The darkness in her life brought clouds in his. The shadows that consumed her left him breathless. To call them friends would do no justice. Friends betray. To call them lovers would be flawed. Lovers change. Their relationship personified divinity. Their souls were not two but one.

From @tweettabulous:

Even from miles away, temperaments gauged. A simple hi and the facets of the mind is like an open book
The warmth, the care, the love, the bond, the jokes, the giggles, the comfort, the connectivity, the serenity, the elatedness & the craziness; we share, keeps me sane.

My sister, my best friend, my actual soulmate.

From @aaroo4: "Why aren't you married yet?" He probed. "Well, lets just say i am yet to meet my man, my one, my soulmate" she replied with a dreamy look. "Gah, what is all this soulmates nonsense? Find someone to settle down" he grunted ready to walk away. "And that is why you are divorcing?" She sighed

From @tunnvi: He was IP  She was God of war, 1, 2 and 3. NFS. Lara Croft Tomb Raider. Assassins Creed. Minecraft. FIFA. Their life revolved around videogames. That’s all they did all day. They didn’t mind being called loners. They met on LAN while playing Counter Strike. They were meant to be. Soulmates. Forever.

Theme 180 - Argument

From @aaroo4: He opened the door and peeped through the little crack. His grandma was making gestures shouting something. He couldn’t make out the words but it sure looked like a heated argument. His father just stood there, staring at her. Dammit, why did his room have to be so far off? He couldn’t hear a thing

From @RadhikaMohandas:

“You’re always trying to prove me wrong.”
“Cedric was Ravenclaw.” “No, Hufflepuff.” “Po-tay-toe, po-tah-toe.” “No!”
“Why HIM?” “I couldn't stop him!” “YOU WANTED IT TOO!” “Well, NOW I do!”
“Why’d you remove the bookmark?”
“What are you talking about?” “Drop it, please?”
“You never put off the lights.”
“Just hug me, won’t you?” “Okay.”

From @swordfish19: They’d been married for thirty years now and had not had a single argument. Not one. How could they? Both were born mute and deaf. It’s not possible to argue with your eyes, right? I mean how much can you scowl? They once tried to have written arguments, but their hands ached. They gave up.

From @VidulaChakradeo:

You are really mean. You shouldn't have said that to her. I am not mean. It was she who started it. Of course you are. You know she isn't like that. Listen, I know her better. She is exactly what I said she is.

When Guilt and Self-defense argue, peace-of-mind is a bystander who suffers.  

From @ArmchairPsycho:

We balanced on the wire and waited. His beady eyes darted between her and me as she stepped out of the pool. She slowed down on purpose, pushed her hair back allowing the water to glimmer down on her skin.

"Mine!" I cawed and fluttered over her.

Plop! My empty stomach had marked its territory.

From @flirtingshadows: She sat huddled in one corner, with her quivering lips, irreconcilable differences and tumultuous emotions. The room reeked of disappointment. But she was too spent to care. An apology could wait; she murmured and reached for a sip of water. But he sat in another corner, in wait, for another argument festering over her indifference.

From @deescjockey: He walked along the shimmering beach in the pouring rain, thinking of the argument they had earlier today. Claps of thunder resounded, and the few people who were still outdoors were closing their shops or running for shelter. He dragged his feet, wondering if the coming storm would be bigger than that raging at home.

From @evansrebello:

No more. It’s done. You’re gone. Crawl home.

We argued bout for bout, I took a long time to figure it out,

I can't do it alone, you took it away.

From @TheQuietBelle:

Every night was the same, only the issue differed. What started as friendly debates would turn into heated arguments because every opinion she expressed was subjected to mockery and laughter.

" You think I'm just a silly child, right?" , she would ask burning with anger.

" No I just think you look ridiculously sexy when you're angry."

From @zoarcher:

They never saw eye to eye on anything
Thick headed and thick skinned, both of them
Every debate turned ugly
No situation seemed pretty
Their sanity was at stake, and so was an indecent amount of money
Finally, they agreed and went their separate ways
Once, long-time business partners
They now were aggressive competitors.

From @moonsez: “Why do you always…?” She asked raising her voice. “Why don’t you ever…?” He shouted back. “Do you always have to accuse me back?” She retorted sharply. “Why can’t you give a straight answer?” He lowered his voice. “What’s your question?” she asked tentatively. “Will you marry me?” He blurted, surprising them both.

From @tweettabulous:

“No, but I like this color.”
“It won’t match the theme.”
“I don’t care, change the colors there. I’ve made up my mind.”
“But, it’s been approved and ordered already.”
“Damn it, it’s my wedding I want everything perfect.”
“Love, it’s our wedding… You know I’d do anything as long as it makes you smile.”

From @DNRamki:

The flow was almost irrepressible. Let the right side go on a bit, and you would scald your skin. Whereas letting the left side go on, you would keep shivering for hours.

Every morning he woke up to settle this argument in the shower, setting the right temperature was just that important!

From @slokabs: Harsh words were spat. Long accusatory fingers were pointed at each other. "It was your fault, you were speeding”, said one. “Why should I? You never honked before overtaking”, barked his opponent. In all this chaos, a youngster missed his exam, a pregnant woman gave birth to a still-born and an old sick man died.

From @roshd: This argument wasn’t going anyway. No matter what she said, he had the perfect reply. She raised her voice, he started to get irritated but didn’t abandon his damned logic. It was still her fault. As usual he was winning it. So she burst into tears. Now he was where she wanted him to be.

From @divigyaan:

Boy: Do you love me?
Girl: no
Boy: why?
Girl:don't feel the same
Boy:any reason?
Girl:that is the reason
Boy: is it enough?
Girl:more than enough
Boy: then no point arguing but i wish I could.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Theme 179 - Opinion

From @preetidhingra: I always exclaimed my opinion doesn't matter. No one really cares about what I think, they are going to do what they want to, even if it mattered me. But now I'm firm. I know what I want and no one can force their opinion on me.

From @slokabs: It's 4:55," said Ray politely to the woman beside him who wanted to know the time. "No, it's 5:05", his friend John said. "You've set your watch ten minutes ahead, you egghead!” Ray teased. "Haven't," John replied obstinately. Everyday truths - Everybody’s watch shows a different time, yet each one believes his watch is right!!!

From @precarious_me: 'A cute little girl named Opinion was born to the proud parents Ms.Belief & Mr.Attitude.Though mostly perceived as judgmental she is a free spirit who mingles with all kinds but is the most preferred among the top brasses and hence is the most favorite amongst her entire progeny.'

From @aaroo4: "I will not eat that. I want something else, something interesting" he pushed the plate away.. "Oh no, I can't deal with one more person being fussy. You don't get to have an opinion. It is something you love, so just eat it Max" she retorted. Shaking his head, he walked away, tail tucked in.

From @flirtingshadows: There are too many of them floating around. Opinions, we call them. Governing, influencing, dictating. She felt trapped and claustrophobic in their web. Belittled, punished and cornered. Her mind was a maze of questions. Who to pay heed to, whom to ignore and disregard? Until she realized that it was pointless to care and fret.

From @roshd: Two hours and four shoe shops later,she had still not found the pair she was looking for. I had already tuned out 110 minutes ago. I kept up an enthusiastic look by thinking of that chilled beer I'd have at home. 'How's this pair?', she asked. I hated it.'Very Refreshing', I answered thinking of the pint.

From @moonsez: "Why don't you say anything?" he asked in exasperation. "Because I don't think my opinion matters.” she replied, a little resigned. "Yes, it does. To me, it does." he responded, not quite knowing how to reach out to her. "Sometimes, I don't have an opinion." she confessed softly. "That counts too." he smiled.

From @eklavyagupte: She was a selfish girl who liked the sound of her voice. But a lot of people were like that. There was more to it. My main issue was that I just couldn't get myself to love people who with a straight face could say they had no regrets in life. That was it.

From @ghose_1988: Since childhood Mona had a desire to learn ballet dancing.  She had failed in convincing her parents’ .In their opinion, She was too fat to dance .Criticism had snatched her happiness. But  Mona had a persistent spirit. As soon as she got employed. She  joined ballet dancing classes. She practiced well and became an expert.

From @zoarcher: “Look at that Greek God”, Preeti sighed. All the girls gushed and blushed. Their eyes followed him till the food counter and back. “Wish he’d join us”, muttered the girls as he sat with his friends. “Trrieee theesse snakes, peoples”, he said . And the girls wished to be miles away from the girly boy.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Theme 178 - Imagine

From @TranceWriter:

"Imagine the future, when you are a renowned writer, you are attending the release ceremony of your new book. I will be standing right in the front row to cheer my hero, would you like that?"


"Don't give up writing, for that vision, if nothing else."

From @aaliznat: I fell in love. I looked for you in the books I read. I found you in between the lines. I breathed you in like the scent of a new book. I wandered in the library of my dreams and traced you like a book's spine. I imagined us together. I read you.

From @roshd: Imagine India didn’t have to pay obeisance to one family. That it would not support the twisted logic of hate mongers dividing people on religious lines. That people would not litter, spit or double park on the road.  OK, I’m asking for too much. It’ll be easier for Karan Johar to get married. To a girl.

From @tweettabulous:

Well read mind, an innocent smile that reaches and lights up those naughty eyes, broad shoulders for me to fit perfectly in warm embraces, mind blowing sex and a good sense of humor harmonized with articulation to keep me and my whimsical mind engrossed.
My work of fiction, my imagination… he, strangely now my only truth.

From @tweeting_anu: "How could you imagine me betraying your trust when I said I love you,The boy which you saw last evening with me in the mall was my cousin.Thank you for not trusting me,Its all over now" said she to her Boyfriend and walked away forever.

From @DNRamki: She stood at the door, careful not to disturb him. She watched intently as he introduced his stuffed tiger to his latest possession, the “Transmogrifier”. He stepped into it, shouted a few instructions and stepped out.  To himself and Hobbes, a transmogrified Tiger. To the rest of the world, same old naughty little Calvin.

From @Erotalgicholy: "Come here, let me take you to a world of real virualities; a world you’ve always dreamt of being in. Look through this peephole. You can fly like Superman, and breathe underwater like Aquaman. You are nothing, but everything you desire. Come, imagine with me. He kept the pendulum inside and took every child along."

From @flirtingshadows: For a few moments every week, I allow myself the luxury of slipping into a make-believe world where you and I can pretend that the rest of the world ceases to exist, where I can pretend that you are mine, only mine. I imagine a time when your time becomes ours and we become us. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Theme 177 - Drown

From @swordfish19: He was fed up with his life and wanted to end it. Drowning, in the sea, he decided was an effective method. On the way, however, he slipped into a bar and started drowning his sorrow in alcohol. A fellow drunkard said something, but he couldn’t hear it. The bar was noisy. It was Friday. 

From @aaroo4: “Oh no, i cant help you..HELP HELP!” he screamed. “What happened, what is all this commotion for? You can't even take a bath quietly?, reprimanded his mom. “Ma, but Tigger is drowning, he does not know swimming… my hands are covered in soap, I was calling Winnie to come help” explained 3yr old Tanay

From @A_Humorist: Tears rolling down her eyes. Doctor said he is in coma but she knew she betrayed the one who loved her the most & He, drowned in the thoughts was lying on the hospital bed.

From @ghose_1988: Jia’s life indoors was not time bound .One year back she had decided to dedicate herself into painting fulltime. She loved it. The whole house indoors was sprinkled with colors. The relationships she shared were flaccid. But this never bothered her. Nobody knew she existed. She had blissfully drowned in her own small world.

From @DNRamki:

She climbed on to the ledge, precariously. Her flowing gown being of little help. Just as she was about to jump, he called out. And stopped her. His name was Jack, from the decks below.

It meant nothing to her anymore. Long before the Titanic sank on that cold night, Rose lost herself in his eyes.

From @slokabs: "The higher you go, the harder the fall. Do take it slow!" – they’d told him at his party that night. But he was busy enjoying his newfound success and fame. And then, one day, when he was at his peak, he fumbled. One mistake, and he had spiraled into to abysmal depths, never to re-surface.

From @roshd: We studied in the same school. Completed 12th in the same college. Enrolled in the same engineering college. Ended up as roomies for two years till we split. Unknown to his mom. Now I was taking him home in an ambulance.Death by drowning on holi. What do I tell his mom?

From @vivekisms: They fell. Freefalling. That is what this was. Love and the other. Love and its mishaps. It struck when it did. Notwithstanding. Nothing mattered. Nothing did. They fell. Water entered the lungs.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Theme 176 - Solace

From @apoorvamagic: The super-devotional mom crawled through the long queue before she could enter the temple. Her baby was deep asleep on her shoulders. On entering the temple, excited mom woke up the baby and said "Look at the God my child". Confused baby slowly raised it's head, looked at mom's face, smiled and went back to sleep.

From @tweettabulous: From the time the eyes met… they knew they were meant to be together. It was more than love. They were soul-mates in the perfect sense. But, she was married. He, engaged. Social obligations thwarted their divine unison.

Now, both yearn for the moment when they will finally meet, in their Creator’s home…

From @vivekisms: They did everything they could. To make it last. To make it stay. It did not. They put an end to "togetherness" that night. They found solace for the last time in each other's arms. Just as they used to. Just like they never would.

From @ghose_1988: Susan never took leave from work .But today was different. She was at home, going through her family album, which was her only solace during melancholic times. Even after 24 years her memory was fresh .Dad and Mom looked beautiful together. She was a happy child before the accident. Everything had changed after that.

From @swordfish19: Ganpat, a daily wage worker, earns his living by ploughing the farms in the village. He owns two bullocks which he uses to till the land. He works from early morning till dusk, mostly under the harsh Sun. His wife brings him lunch at noon. After lunch he takes a short nap under a tree.

From @flirtingshadows: There she was in her bridal finery; nervous, seeking solace from her childhood mementos. The pillow that had absorbed copious tears, the balcony where she perched herself to enjoy numerous sunsets, the phone by her bedside that had fueled all those emergency 3 am chats. Today, she only had memories. Back then, it was therapy.

From @roshd: He was a much married,suave diplomat and she the quintessential social butterfly. They got along like a house on fire and embarrassed everyone with their PDA. Don't support the '50crore Girlfriend' comment but hope it makes them act their age. He's 56 and she should understand the difference between priceless and price less.

From @DNRamki:

After the nightmare that were his exams, there was little he could think of. The phone call had made things only worse. "They never understood, they never will".

He sat down, lit one and puffed away. His thoughts just as cloudy as the smoke around him.

Few things offered solace as a lit cigarette did.

From @VidulaChakraDeo: Engulfed in dirt of the world, threatened by the dreadful night, lay a little wailing. Drenched in the rains of neglect, she was unwished, undesired.  Denied the warmth of a womb,  the bin was her bed. Suddenly came an angel, held her close and tight.  She who picked up dirt, Today had picked up life!

From @divigyaan: Left in the bushes used and abused. Leaves were red and body too. Numbness was all over but eyes wandered; finding the brutal that came over. However, they returned in vain and wept again but stopped bleeding when the change felt. Unlike the previous, those hands gathered the fallen apart and sheltered the shame.

From @slokabs: Amidst days full of Incessant phone calls, meetings and discussions, social gatherings and personal commitments, long distances and time constraints and more of life’s pressures packed in, Shanti’s release came in the form of those 30 minutes of meditation at 5 am – her way of detoxing her mind to survive the rest of the day!

From @iyer_raman:  He could have taken off the rag from his mouth. His hands were now free. He could scream if he wished. But this would mean more pain, more embarrassment. He pulled up his pants, still biting into the dirty rag. By muffling the sound of his pain, the rag helped the under-trial drift into sleep.

From @absoluteme: I moved from the small town to be where real action was - crowds, noise, sleepless nights... In the big city I slogged hard, every day, to escape the crowds, drown the noise, to dream a dream... As I move back to the small town I reflect, you need distress in order to find solace.

From @lucidillusions_ :

Darkness. Dead silence. Blindly searches around. He picks it up. Thinks of what she said.
Remembers the first time they met. She smelled how summer ought to smell. They couldn't help but fall in love.
The addiction took her, and he couldn't help. After her death his only solace was her memory.
The pain won, it went numb with one last hit.

From @Poptate:

She howls on a winter night. She blares though thunderous clouds. She hides her tears through sheets of rain. Like the sun she smiles, not all in vain. She smells like wet earth. She gurgles like a baby. She swings her head and whoa, it’s Sandy. She’s unpredictable, a muse for poetry.

Nature is her face. She’s solace.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Theme 175 - Heat

From @swordfish19: Seemingly, he was going round in circles, with no sign of the city of Aboudjan. He didn’t mind the cold of the desert night. But the day-time heat was another thing. Not only did it rankle and cause thirst, but it also created mirages of oases. Like the one he was sitting in right now.

From @flirtingshadows: She believed that feeding someone hot food was the best expression of love there was in this world. There was that old-school romance about staying up night after night to heat and reheat food for the husband. The said husband would come home, take a peek at the dishes in the microwave and smile luxuriantly.

From @NumbYaar: Rakesh toiled in the burning sun for months together. He cursed the sun as he was saving a good amount to join his cousin in Denmark. Once he started working in the snow there, he started to miss the warmth.

From @deescjockey: The madness and cacophony of a big fat wedding was behind them as they shut the doors on their first night alone. It wasn't their first time; someone had warned that consummating their love before marriage would subdue the passion. As their lips touched now, they both knew that wasn't the case.

From @shakWrites: Her little fingers slowly made their way into her mother’s shut fist. The intense cold was bearing down upon the two mercilessly as the great city, oblivious of their existence, flew by in warmer cocoons. The mother’s miseries were over though. The heat of her shut fist was her parting gift for her sleepy daughter.

From @MinolAjekar:

She half-lay on the sofa panting, her legs still throbbing from the exercise earlier, sweat trickling down every inch of her skin, the fan offering no reprieve from the insane humidity.

Her skirt lay crumpled on the floor, spontaneity in the middle of the afternoon was good, but Cosmopolitan did not account for Mumbai’s weather.

From @slokabs: He puffed and panted, sprinting hard. His blood-stained hands shivered. His feet stumbled. He reached the huge brass gate, only to find it locked. The cops were closing in. Instinctively, he crouched under a thicket and didn’t dare breathe. In the snowy evening, something within him burnt and beads of sweat erupted on his face.

From @vagabondinact: He listened, gravity acting on his lower jaw. Eventually, his body swayed. He was absorbing the fervorous  milieu  around him from each pore of his body, working himself into a self burning frenzy, which heated with each passing moment. He was levitating, into nothingness. Dazed, he walked back from the rock concert, a man renewed.

From @aaroo4: “It’s been raining all day & am cooped up here, I hate this, but I love the rains” whined Razia. “Hmmm, imagine biting into hot spicy Milagai [chili] bhajjis and sipping on masala chai?” replied Gia. “I want…wait, someone’s at the…Youuuuu…” squealed Razia at her friend who stood there grinning holding a plate & a flask.

From @CruciFire:

I tattooed her topless body with chocolate, extending all the way to her navel and down. My wet pink traveler started his journey from the cave between the legs, moved north to the pool at her waist, dried it before encircling her soft breasts ending his conquest at the top of her nipple.

Hot enough?

From @tweettabulous:

We were discussing Amrit’s birthday plans. It was his 10th, had to be more special.A loud noise, I turn out and notice Amrit standing next to the broken vase. Furious I slapped him, “You shouldn’t eavesdrop!!!”Sobbing he muttered, "I hate you."How emotions transform in the heat of the moment…

Theme 174 - Wonder

From @swordfish19: Today, on Tiger Hill, it seemed as if their luck was going to change. A yellowish orange hue appeared in the east. The clouds cleared up, revealing the upper portion of the disc. A flood of sunlight burst forth and hit the snowy Kanchenjunga on the west. They looked on, speechless. Words were superfluous today.

From @shakwrites: She felt it with her fingertips. Even in the dark she could sense a smile taking birth on her lips. The raspy fabric, the familiar caress, the peppy pinch. She held it to her nose and it was like all the seasons had invaded her senses. Her blindness didn't stop her from loving the book.

From @flirtingshadows: As I stir my morning coffee, I wonder if you’ve woken up and reached out for your pills. I wonder if you grimace at the inconvenient and wasteful packaging. I wonder how many gulps of water it takes you to keep them down. I wonder if you’d still need them had we continued living together.

From @dasCapital_:

The poor kid wondered how it will be to be the man on bike.
One on bike wondered about the guy on bike with a girl on pillion.
That guy wondered about the one in car.
Fat guy in car wondered about the fit guy on that bike, with a girl behind.
Everybody dies wondering.

From @DNRamki:

“Push woman, push!” The doctor was almost screaming now, and was being relentless. Whereas she was in pain, severe pain.

She then almost passed out, hearing him say “Very good, excellent!”

A few seconds later a loud cry greeted her. She opened her eyes, and tears gently trickled down her smiling face. She was amazed.

From @divigyaan: Blue sky, green grass, multihued flowers, auburn soil, crystal clear water, all the beauty and the nature, the disaster and the savior the grief and joy the good and bad, the one we blame for all the pain and the one who created everything untamed. I am awestricken and simply wonder what is he named?

From @VidulaChakradeo: Its 2 pm. Her cell rings. “Hello, hello.” No answer. For the next six months, the phone rings at odd hours, irritating her. She’s scared. Could it be my ex? A new stalker? One day, while checking her cell, she realizes. It’s her phone calling her. The ‘self-call’ setting of her cell is on. Shit!

From @slokabs: Tony, the man, had ‘wowed’ majestic mountain ranges, vast seas and lush forests. He had “oohed and aahed’ sunrises and sunsets, spraying the sky with their myriad hues. He had  lingered and admired imposing archaeological structures - natural and man-made. But Tony, the father, reveled most in his little daughter’s lego creations and play-doh sculptures!

From @tweettabulous:

Streaming and watching movies together on Netflix. Reading same novels, bookmarking the same page. Picking up only, Cadbury for us.Taking strolls at similar times. Gazing at the beautiful sky on every full moon.

Things, we did to make the long distance relationship work…

I still look at the moon, wondering if you do too?

From @RBtrary:

Sitting on the footpath alongside the other beggars, 9-years-old Pappu saw a boy of his age. He was in nice clothes, riding pillion to a man of Muzammil’s age, the guy who gives him food and shelter in-lieu of coins.

Pappu kept wondering how much more coins this child must be giving for such luxury!

From @roshd: Exactly 12 years after her death, she walked into his office as a 24-year old trainee.She’d died at 24. A spitting image of her. What was Leah trying to tell him? Why would she want to rock his boat? He didn’t want trouble. He assigned the trainee, Riya, to another colleague. He had matured.

From @vagabondinact: Laughing till painful tears roll out; crying till hysterical laughter takes over; raging anger till a smirk of a revengeful thought sooths; calmness till frenzy strikes; hating till care seeps in; thoughtful till apathy grows roots-  All this and more, emotions encore and I wonder why the brain churns! Resting now, till ennui grows deep.

From @ghose_1988: It was Christmas Eve. There was a huge white box on the porch, about 8 feet tall and 1 foot wide. The children were waiting for Mom to open it. She was absolutely clueless about it. She opened the door to dump the garbage and Ouch! She tripped. “What is it?” She wondered, “A box”.

From @MinolAjekar:

The bubbles are wondrous, the balloons are wondrous, the clouds are wondrous, the jangle of bangles are wondrous, ice-cream is wondrous even the clapping of hands seem magical.

I look at the joie de vivre of a two-year old, and I wonder when did I lose the wonder for life?

From @zoarcher: Any man would give an arm and leg to live his life. Chiseled looks that could only be rivalled by Greek Gods. The Mida's touch that won him all corporate awards. The bachelor's tag that every beautiful lady yearned to remove. But whenever he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. And he often wondered why.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Theme 173 - Misunderstood

From @Mitchellez:

He sealed her heart in the letter. It was scarred yet happy. It epitomized love. The throbbing was indistinguishable. It whispered. She began hating him.

She didn’t know, until the phone rang one cloudy Sunday morning, that was a parting gift. He was going to a place far and beyond. He wanted her to live.

From @swordfish19: He felt hapless. Slipping into a roadside diner he took a seat. His life was going to the dogs. His relationship was falling apart. Who was at fault? She? He? The waiter came for his order. Looking at the menu he thought, at least there’s no ambiguity here, what you see is what you get.

From @roshd:

She was dramatic even while ordering her soup at the restaurant. “It should be piping hot with no strong flavours overshadowing it’s inherent taste. Make it salt-free and without ajinomoto. Understand?”

The waiter replied, “OK Miss, understood”

I'll just bring you a bowl of boiling water, he muttered under his breath.

From @quratzafar: She always came and sat in the corner seat for a coffee. The same order, the same drink. He’d serve her and hope she’d notice that he was interested. She’ll smile at me and I will know. Smile she did. What a nice fellow this waiter is, she thought.

From @zoarcher: “Bwahhh…Bwahhh”. ‘Oh my angel’s hungry’, thought the two day old mother as she pacified her baby. Refusing the feed, the baby continued wailing. ‘Gas’, ‘Sleepy’, ‘Sick’, Neetu’s mental checklist started working overtime. “Bwahhhh…Bwahhhhhhh…bwahhhhhhhh…bwaaahhhhhh’’. A slight stink in the air. The new mom had yet to pick up the language that didn’t use words.

From @VidulaChakradeo: They sat chatting with each other. She did some hand gestures. He smiled, replied in gestures. She smiled shyly. And again some gestures. The conversation continued. Not one word was said. Yet so much was! Their eyes, smile, fingers did a great job. And surprisingly, those with voice and words fail to understand each other.   

From @divigyaan:

Reena:  trust me I didn’t do anything

Raj: I know you didn’t

Reena: I know you don’t mean it

Raj : I really know you didn’t do anything

Reena: I know it is hard for you

Raj: arre?

Reena: Fine, I will not bother you anymore

Raj: Good, I m misunderstood

From @ghose_1988: When I see small children play, it gives me sheer joy .I remember, when I was a small kid. I, was a colony prankster. I was often misunderstood, by my neighbours.. Those days were so confusing .It was difficult for me to obey my elders fully. Still I would love to be a kid again.

From @CruciFire:

Kind heart.
Calm demeanor.
Good intentions.
Inquisitive mind.
Forgiving attitude.

People who have some, or all of these, are the most misunderstood.


From @thenewbnb:

Mom surveyed the mess. “Who did this?”

I looked up from my book at my brother, who was pointing at me instead. His face had that look: innocence mixed with insolence. “What? He’s lying!” Mom gave me her reprimanding look, “Your brother is just a baby. Go to your room.”

“GLADLY! Because I’m not lying!”

From @JaaTeri:

"Vineeta ma'am doesn't have the keys," I was panting.

"Idiot, I told you to get it from Vineeta, the secretary, not the teacher," screamed the class teacher, "Why can't you follow simple instructions?"

"I wish you could give simple instructions!" I wanted to say. "Sorry ma'am. I misunderstood," I said looking at untied shoe laces.

From @tweettabulous:

We loved throwing dinner parties. It was nice to have people over. I matched the beer drinking, smoking up, cracking obscene jokes and mostly beat the men at poker too.After one such party when friends were leaving, he walked out with his bag. Me, perplexed.  
 “I can’t live with such a whore…”

From @slokabs: 25 years since they had vowed never to cross paths. Two best-friends-turned-sworn-enemies who couldn’t stand the sight of each other anymore stood face to face. The wives joined them. Suddenly, the glares turned to surprise and then to shock. Finally, Mukul blurted out, “So didn’t you marry Myra?” “I thought you loved her”, Manan retorted.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Theme 172 - Brain

From @ghose_1988: Earth has cycles of day and night. Everything in it spins beautifully in its own timing for example the fluttering of the butterflies, the raging of the sea. Amazingly even the  human brain is subject to awake -sleep cycles inside it due  to  the hormone Melatonin .It is also known as the "Hormone Of Darkness".

From @roshd: Sourabh looked dead serious. When he frowned this much it only meant there was one more PJ getting served.“I’m telling you guys my mind is screaming out shit in a very raspy voice. Who does it think it is? A rockstar? A Brain Adams?” The response was a mix of abuses and loud guffaws.

From @kaloladeep: Watching her during the lectures as of only heart pays attention into the reality and brain becomes numb when she comes in front of the eyes. That day I was in the best moment which I could be in my imagination, suddenly her friend brained me with a rolling pin and dragged me into reality.

From @swordfish19:

“Your honour, this man has had a long history of arson related felonies, but has never been convicted. A sugar factory in Chira Bazaar, an oil mill in Nagpada, and…”

“But, my lord, it’s not me, it’s Mr. Pink, he makes me do all this stuff…”

“Who’s Mr. Pink?” boomed the judge.

“He’s up here..”

From @aaroo4: “Ouch, why did you do that? Dammit it hurts” whined Tia as she massaged her arm. “And what are you smiling about” she asked Han. “Nothing, just happy to see your brain is back to sending right signals” Han replied with a smile. “yes, the surgery went off well, thank you for asking” smirked Tia.

From @slokabs: The party was on in full swing. This was no mean feat for her. She had finally proved all those jeering neighbourhood children and her detractors wrong! Everyone who walked up to congratulate her couldn’t help beaming at her childlike-sprightly demeanour. She had finally graduated. She was 50. Shelley held on to her lollipop, smiling gleefully.

From @iyer_raman:

“How much do you charge?”
“Starts from 10,000, and then depends on the type of service.”
He enjoyed her services worth 25,000 for 15,000.
“How much do you charge?” he asked.
“Starts from 30,000, and then depends on the type of service.”
“I don’t have …”
“Tough luck!” said the automobile engineer and hung up.

From @agentgreenglass:

She reaches inside her body,
Past slippery membranes
Till she finds her uterus.
And then, like the waxing girl at the salon, rips it out of her body in one go.
A trail of blood runs down her hand.
Instead she sighs
And orders butter bheja
It always comforts her when she has her period.

From @tweettabulous: Modern age “Meena Kumari” is how I am known. Friends can only empathize. Each time I have my heart broken, I vow to never listen to it and fall for its foolish ways again. Practicality to be my new mantra.He comes. He goes.The mind simply smirks…

From @Freelosopher: "I want to lick your brain", she said. He remained silent. His lack of verbosity and perfect jawline made him irresistable to her. She slipped the long, black dress off her. He sat on the cold steel chair, bound, gagged and rapt. She was wearing nothing underneath, except a sabre holstered to her thigh.

From @thenewbnb: Peering through the glass, inching closer, the boy looked confused. His eyes traced along the tangle of wires and tubes of the life support system. That is your daddy’s new brain, the doctor had said. He turned to his mother and said, “Is Daddy coming home with the machine? ‘Cuz I think it looks cool.”

From @evansrebello: They think his rhyme skills don’t fit the bill, typecast as a black run-off-the mill. So he gets on stage, mic in the hand, “pull the cord” he don’t need no band; a capella flow that sells the show. They say they’ll give him all their money and more. The kid got brains y’all know?

From @CruciFire:

“Let's remind him of topless pictures from last night.”
“Let's add some emo into it... how about broken friendships? One-sided relationships?”
“Let's also remind him about the interview he was supposed to schedule.”
“Cool. I feel even tensions related to his engagement/marriage should be reminded.”

My Brain. My Favourite Troll.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Theme 171 - White

From @evansrebello: A smile looks better, a bride looks great. Hard candy, jail bait, purity’s my asking rate.  Tied to a table. Eyes hurt and It’s bright. My sister says “you’re not screwed on right.” I saw was a flash before she cut my throat. There was a light in the distance, but it was not white.

From @anushreekejriwa: She was sanguine by nature and could only see the world in white. God had different plans for her. She was suffering from blood cancer, deficiency of white blood cells. When asked she said "I lived and will leave in white".

From @RBtrary:

With his appointment-letter and a box-of-sweets, he ran towards his house. His poor father’s assiduous efforts and sacrifices and his own hard-work had paid-off. He got the government-job he had toiled so-hard for. He entered his house; saw his father laying there draped in a white cloth.

Life, as they say, is a great leveler!

From @swordfish19: Dawn. The old man came out of his hut, holding a pail. A rooster crowed somewhere. He went to the cattle shed and hunched near the cow. He held her udders and started exerting a slow pressure. However, nothing came out. A kilometre away, the local scoundrel Tukya was walking with a thick milk moustache.

From @riddhiaswani:

The stain spread in a perfect circle, slowly widening its circumference to cover more and more of the pristine cloth. I stood tranfixed, horrified by the sight, my precious white destroyed by a spot of ink. I shouted in frustration.
'Don't worry, surf excel hai na,' he said, before running away from my murderous scream.

From @iyer_raman:  She stood in the corner. Her eyes stared at the floor. “Did she do it on purpose?”  “Had she let him down?” He wondered. By then the enemy’s henchman arrived on a camel, to seal his fate.
 As he was being chained, he watched his queen blow a kiss. To the now victorious Black King.

From @ArmchairPsycho: He had to be perfect. So she ate lots of vegetables. Did her 60 minutes of power yoga with the instructor every day. She talked to her protruding belly all the time, about Faust, colours, LSD, hypotenuses… Then the day came. And he wailed. She tearfully looked into his eyes. Not a speck of colour.

From @VidulaChakradeo: Life is so colorful, bright, beautiful. Azure blue skies, lush green fields, vibgyor shaded flowers. Birds, butterflies, bees, dipped in God’s paint can; left to make this world multihued. Life lives such an Eastman color life. But ultimately, it has to surrender to the all-mighty white. Lie to rest under the white veil of death.

From @flirtingshadows: White was the calm, amidst the chaos. It was the bed, dusted each morning post a troubled insomniac’s slumber. It was the blank sheet of paper that drove daggers into a writer’s eyes. White was the bridal finery she had dreamt of all her life. White was the noise they fell asleep to each night.

From @deescjockey: Didi always frowned upon my fascination for white. I wanted this lovely white sari to wear at her wedding but no, one HAD to wear bright colours. White was the colour of my adolescent dreams of romance; to her, the colour of mourning. How ironic that she is the reason I am wearing white today.

From @roshd:

Wife: Why’d she smile at you like that?
Me: Well, she’s an ex-flame and I think she approves of my choice!
Wife: Liar. Why haven’t you told me about her before?
Me: She’s irrelevant now. Unless, of course you want me to introduce her to you now.
Wife: Shut-up!
I avoid telling lies. Even white lies.

From @slokabs:
Carla smiled to herself as she flipped the pages of the heavy metal-back wedding album for the umpteenth time. She couldn’t help admiring her trousseau each time she looked at it.

In the adjoining flat, Tara stared longingly at her husband’s garlanded photograph on the wall, before clearing her wardrobe of all her colourful clothes.

From @aaroo4: "Now Tom has given up and is looking for a flag to wave"."Why?" Asked Jim. "As a way of telling Jerry- peace, I give up, don't hurt me anymore" explained Sara. "What colour is it mom?"he asked. "White, like the clouds"she said in a whisper. "I wish I could see" sighed Jim.

From @ghose_1988: Never in her wildest dream had Lisa imagined that this day would come.  It was great to design her own white wedding gown. This gown had to be a special one after all, Lisa was a dwarf. She was the fiancée of Lt. Daniel Taylor. It was a joining of two hearts in true love.

From @absoluteme: A huge bungalow with a garden, a kitchen garden, 3 terraces and a balcony Rows of Chauffeur driven Ambassador and Tata cars Peons and Servants in neat uniforms at his disposal His was a perfect white collar job... Only the money that paid for his daughter's American University and son's limited edition guitar wasn't.

From @Crucifire:

He drew the devil horns sign.
He wrote a rhyming poem.
He sketched a stick figure and made it run through the breadth of the page.
He wrote apologies.
He wrote the names of his closest friends.
He inserted 'Fuck you's' and filled up the page.

White paper covering an entire wall – his dream!
From @zoarcher: She is the pristine, mesmerising, untouched virgin. Shy compared to her colourful cousins. Her elegance walks with subtle pride. She only has to raise her head high and all conflicts die. She is the romantic spot on the dusky sky. Still a small blemish is all it takes to shame white. 

From @divigyaan: I gaze at the sky sometimes on the floor. I wonder where it lies, can't find it inside the four walls. I wish i knew were all the white lies, in deterent ads or in sharukh's bungalow. In an around me or up above were each one has to go.

From @MinolAjekar:

Snow White, angels are white, white knight syndrome, mother’s milk, wanted fair and beautiful bride, white light, pure and white, beautiful as fresh snow, face bleach, hair bleach, under-arm bleach and the very sexy vagina fairness cream.

White colonial hangover or inferiority complexes, forever perplexing shall be this white beauty concept.

From @aaliznat:

Fade in. interior
Pan right. Stop. Zoom in. Hold. Zoom out. Hold.
Cut to exterior
Extreme long shot.
Cut to interior.
Zoom in subject.
Cut to extreme long shot exterior.
Cut to interior. Subject raises head and looks into camera.
Dialog: Wondering where I am going with this? Yes. Me too.
Fade to white.