Category: Tiny Collections

True Gift

True Gift

I love it when my mother buys me a gift.

And

I LOVE it when my mother buys a gift for herself.

The Voices I hear…

The Voices I hear…

The psychic in me talks a lot.

Sometimes it’s just difficult to differentiate between the voice blabbing in my head than the voice whispering in my ears.

Strings Attached, Heart-strings intact

Strings Attached, Heart-strings intact

Gentle touch to those strings summoned up the past; throbbed her veins, made her quiver, ignited scintillant glow.

“I will be your new puppet” cheered a homemaker-turned-professional Tennis-Head.

Sign

Sign

You did not speak up for me.

It was a ‘Sign’

In search of Deep Slumber

In search of Deep Slumber

“It’s ok grandma. I’ll be fine. You HAVE TO GO & rest now”

A cute little human presence gave respite to the soul
when her sudden demise disrupted her peace.

Survival

Survival

Slaughtered,
Butchered,
Destroyed,
They tried hard but could never kill his poetry.

Survival– the road that seems almost invisible buried beneath thousand of layers of Hope.

Risk that Fall

Risk that Fall

When life

puts you in a cage

Be a butterfly.

Flutter open your doors

Leaving a colorful imprints

In it’s hands.

GO PAPERLESS!!

GO PAPERLESS!!

Yelling from inside, Husband cringed “Why didn’t you keep tissue in loo??”” 

“GO PAPERLESS!!”

Bursting into laughter, Granny always knew how to have her fun.

What is a Reputation?

What is a Reputation?

Well, It’s a rapport you build through your Hard-work.
Or–

An illusion to see oneself from someone else’s perspective & revel in thought that you are something.

All you have to do is perish one day. 

A New Day…

A New Day…

“Guys, help me choose an outfit for my first day at work.
I wanna look young.”

Mocking him they fastened the perfect tie knot.

“Here, this should work” chuckled his OLD AGE Homies.

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