From @oink1729:
A rain enclosed late September afternoon, a window, a book, a solitary intimacy. Rain and words commingling, the rains falling, the pages turning, peace. But then the book ends and I want to see you again, and I don't know how to. Behind the fields, behind the trees, a violent unreal sunset. An unquiet mind.
From @aaroo4:
“Ma, what does this word mean. “H e r m i t" she spelt the word slowly
Just read the book, leave me alone” said the mom
“Tell me this one thing, I promise I won’t ask again” she whispered
“Well, Hermit is someone who lives alone, like your Granpa” said the mom walking way
From @GreaterBombay:
“Behold her, single in the field…”
*snickers*
“You, in the back! What’s so funny?”
-“Nothing, miss!”
“…Or is it some more humble lay, …”
*snickers*
“Boys! Laugh at Wordsworth again, you’re out of class!”
“Sorry miss!”
“...I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending...”
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*
“That’s it! Outside! Both of you!”
From @AshieJayn:
Have you noticed how even a lone little candle can brighten up the dark world around it?
But when it joins hands with many more such candles, it becomes a powerful medium. A single force bound by its unique glow.
To achieve success, all you need is to light that solitary spark in your heart.
From @mrinalgupta98:
They say humans are social animals and need to associate. They say you cannot survive alone, but she did. Not that she had a choice. Abandoned after birth, she grew up alone on the streets. She existed solitary and now she is alone on her death bed. Being crippled sure changes a lot of things.
From @meetumeetu:
A rain enclosed late September afternoon, a window, a book, a solitary intimacy. Rain and words commingling, the rains falling, the pages turning, peace. But then the book ends and I want to see you again, and I don't know how to. Behind the fields, behind the trees, a violent unreal sunset. An unquiet mind.
From @aaroo4:
“Ma, what does this word mean. “H e r m i t" she spelt the word slowly
Just read the book, leave me alone” said the mom
“Tell me this one thing, I promise I won’t ask again” she whispered
“Well, Hermit is someone who lives alone, like your Granpa” said the mom walking way
From @GreaterBombay:
“Behold her, single in the field…”
*snickers*
“You, in the back! What’s so funny?”
-“Nothing, miss!”
“…Or is it some more humble lay, …”
*snickers*
“Boys! Laugh at Wordsworth again, you’re out of class!”
“Sorry miss!”
“...I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending...”
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*
“That’s it! Outside! Both of you!”
From @AshieJayn:
Have you noticed how even a lone little candle can brighten up the dark world around it?
But when it joins hands with many more such candles, it becomes a powerful medium. A single force bound by its unique glow.
To achieve success, all you need is to light that solitary spark in your heart.
From @mrinalgupta98:
They say humans are social animals and need to associate. They say you cannot survive alone, but she did. Not that she had a choice. Abandoned after birth, she grew up alone on the streets. She existed solitary and now she is alone on her death bed. Being crippled sure changes a lot of things.
From @meetumeetu:
"So, heard about the water shortage this year?" She asked like any stand-up comedian would start a joke.
"Yyyepp! 30% short. I don't get these farmers though. If they've no rain, let them have water tankers." She grinned at a booing crowd. "Come on! Wouldn't Marie Antoinette say that?"
Her humor had but one fan.
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