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Pensive Strings: July 2009
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Thursday, July 16, 2009. The Cat shook the tree. He had his nest on the tree. The Cat shook the tree. He tied the nest to the tree. The Cat shook the tree. He collected cotton for his nest. The Cat shook the tree. Held on to the nest and the tree. The Cat shook the tree. Couldn't hold on any longer. The Cat shook the tree. The Cat shook the tree. The Cat teased the sparrow. What kind of parent? Can't take care of your nest? Is your first duty.
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Pensive Strings: August 2009
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Tuesday, August 18, 2009. Dancing Fingers, Breathing Toes. At a very early age, I learnt the language of hollows. Hollows that are formed by the absence of sound. Hollows of unsung notes. Hollows formed on paper by empty curves of ink. I learnt to see the world in hollows – as that which is not. 8211; as trapped empty spaces. Little did I know then, that the whole process of growing up would be full of awe. I would learn later how my diapers got c...
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Pensive Strings: October 2009
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Wednesday, October 7, 2009. One Red Bag, One Revolution. Like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday there should be a day called Oneday. Because Oneday is the day when everything seems to happen in the stories and it seems to change lives. So, here it is. I have discovered it! Now the story…. The bag was angry when Sarika stuffed it recklessly on her 16. The bag was sad. The floral motifs seemed to be wilting. Nothing made sense anymore. It was a...Sarika fi...
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Pensive Strings: February 2008
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Thursday, February 21, 2008. Once upon a time in Canada. I woke up one morning only to find NO milk in the fridge! Grrr…I am one of those people who cannot inhale the morning air unless they have their morning tea. Of course I like it made the Indian way, with milk and prefer it with masala. Hmm tea! How good it feels to clutch the warm cup in the palms on a cold morning! No way. I was startled and awakened without the help of the tea, that I ...
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Pensive Strings: May 2008
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Thursday, May 22, 2008. Honey I missed the stop! Her eyes ran along the curves of the ‘G’ and the ‘O’ and then followed the line that went through them as though they were intersecting train tracks. “Genius”, she thought. By the time she bought the coffee and reached the platform again, the train was there. She got in and occupied her usual spot by the window, as did the other passengers. Everyone had their seat sort of “reservedR...This “...
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Pensive Strings: February 2011
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Friday, February 4, 2011. I have pulled all the old stories away from this blog, for now. I am trying something different with those. However, I will continue with new stories on this blog. So please keep visiting! Thank you very much for your continued encouragement and support. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.
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Pensive Strings: May 2009
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Wednesday, May 20, 2009. Going at a speed of 120 km per hour on some highway in North America. All I could hear was the speeding road underneath. Everything else seemed to move in slow motion. The roads were relatively empty and I had the car on cruise control. The habitual changing of lanes etc… had become second nature with no deliberate thinking required. It was summer time and the dead trees were back to life and full. So innocent! For the res...
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Pensive Strings: January 2011
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Friday, January 28, 2011. Footsteps, Raindrops, Heartbeat. It had been raining all morning and people were crowding the food court. She had left early for lunch in order to catch a good spot by the window that overlooked the street. She sat there sipping her chicken noodle soup, reading a book. As the hustle of the people increased gradually it provided and interesting contrast to her private little world at the table. Before she knew it, her hear...
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Pensive Strings: March 2010
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Thursday, March 11, 2010. Life in a Carboard Box. What a dreadful thought. What happened to nesting? She sat by the bay window sipping at a cup of tea. The tea left a coating on her tongue, that irritated her. She sat there, pondering, nevertheless. The doorbell rang and annoyed her furthermore. “Who now? 8221;, she thought. She decided not to open. It rang once more. Banging the cup on the floor she walked to the door to open it. She walked to pi...
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Pensive Strings: January 2010
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Illustrated Short Stories and Poems. Other blogs I write. Friday, January 15, 2010. The smell of the idle air in their musty, little place was comforting. The bed, soothing. No one was home and he had the 10X10 room of their one bedroom apartment to himself. He dug is head further into the sheets that had darkened from lack of a scrub. His father was getting old and more demanding day by day. Rashid had grown deaf to the constant bickering about his inabilities and his weaknesses. In this sublime world, ...