Tag: art

  • Obligation

    Obligation

    Manav stared at the glass in his hand. The blue coloured drink itcontained was non-alcoholic, he had enquired before picking it up fromthe tray, but what the drink actually was, he forgot to ask. The beverage had the smell of a fruit juice, but it didn’t look likeany fruit juice that Manav had ever tasted.…

  • Climb

    Climb

    The eyes opened to the branches of the oak tree spreading above. Somebranches were still moving, some were broken and some leaves werestill falling down from one of the broken branches. The sunlightKrisha tried to calm herself as she laid on the ground. The retired headmaster of the Krisha’s school, Mr Varty came rushingwith his…

  • Spoor

    Spoor

    “The pay is much better; The position is senior than the one I amworking now. It will be a bit difficult to stay away from family,but I will try to come as often as the opportunity presents itself. II am not thinking about anything long term, two years at most and I will beback here,”…

  • Sprinted

    Sprinted

    It was a silent morning, still in its early phase. People who workedafar or had to start early due to their profession were already inmotion, along with the conscious and motivated people who were out fora morning walk. Dilip, a 38 year old man was also one of these walkers. A new yearresolution had set…

  • Walking Ahead

    Walking Ahead

    The school helper entered the classroom V-B. Alka had recently joinedin for the position. The room was empty. The students had gone to thecomputer lab of the school. Alka looked around at the light-yellowwalls of the room with boards displaying different creative efforts bythe children, even the doors of the cupboards were not spared fromthem.…

  • Catching a Wink

    Catching a Wink

    Hem sat quietly outside on a wooden rocking chair facing the garden atthe back of his three floored house in the evening. The tea in the cupon the side table had become cold. Ananta, Hem’s wife, came lookingfor him after her tuition class ended. She picked up the cup andwalked back inside to heat the…

  • Rapport

    Rapport

    So, my grandfather paid an unbelievable amount to get this clock andit came here. ‘When I am gone, you are going to take care of the shop and the clock,make sure both of them stay in the family unless it’s a matter of lifeand death,’ my grandfather had told me, and that’s what I am…

  • Gravel

    Gravel

    The sound of the tire moving over the road with gravel on it. Girikstared at the passing structures in the form of buildings. It had beena longer drive than what Girik had expected. This client had requesteda home visit to understand an investment policy. The client was anindividuals with considerably high wealth, whom the firm…

  • Unwanted Silence

    Unwanted Silence

    ‘Where is all the water going?’, seven years old Aadhavi asked heruncle Mr Mehra while staring at the wide river with ever speedingwater. ‘It is heading towards the sea’, replied Mr Mehra. ‘So much water goes to sea, the sea must have a lot of water by now..’said Aadhavi. Mr Mehra smiled, ‘Yes, it has…

  • Crescent Night

    Crescent Night

    Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life. The night had fallen. The otherwise primarily vacant and partiallydark road due to presence of trees with long wide branches full ofleaves, were full of light accompanied by the sound of movement and humanwords. It was the day of the weekly market. A…

  • Compiling Memories

    Compiling Memories

    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today? Dev opened the small wooden door of a letter box. His eyes saw throughthe lens of the black framed spectacles at what all had arrived. Therewere a few old bills and an old magazine. Years after the advent ofthe electronic mail system, people don’t approach the letter boxes…

  • Musings…

    Musings…

    Are you a leader or a follower? Relationships with meditation have changed over time and today I would like to explain the situation which I currently have with meditation. When I was a child meditation was an alien term and knowing it was through the visiting of several religious places …  The common thing or…

  • Uninterrupted

    Uninterrupted

    What does freedom mean to you? Freedom is a very subjective term and may change from person to person a lot… Today let us know the concept of Freedom from a child’s perspective.. Meet Vikrant a 10 year old boy who was made to do his homework despite the fact that he wants to play..…

  • Another Morning

    Another Morning

    The dining table was dressed with food items for a Sunday breakfast.13 years old Darika sat with a sandwich in her hand looking outsidethe window, lost in a world of her own. Mr Garg, Darika’s grandfather sat opposite to her. The majority of hisface was covered by the newspaper he held in his two hands…

  • On Clear Grounds

    On Clear Grounds

    What do you do to be involved in the community? Ekansh looked around the field for where the other fielders stood andthen he assessed his own position and how he could stop an incomingball hit by the batsman. A game of cricket was part of almost every Sunday. All the children ofthe society gathered in…

  • Within the Shroud of Darkness

    Within the Shroud of Darkness

    Dakshita dug her hand deep into her purse to find some spare change.Her hand felt some coins and picked them out. She counted the coins;they would cover the cost of a small packet of brown bread. Dakshita walked back to her apartment building from the grocery store.The path remained damp from when the mist cannon…

  • Choosing the Right

    Choosing the Right

    Do you vote in political elections? Election Electorate and constituency are the words Prakriti has read and known from the very childhood.. Why? Because on a specific month or around in each year or each two years she used to see political parties go for their own propaganda.. Then one fine day her parents, grandparents…

  • Morning Breeze

    Morning Breeze

    My consciousness woke to a new morning and I rose and remained awake in a sitting position.

  • Expressions speak louder than Emojis

    Expressions speak louder than Emojis

    What are your favorite emojis? Emojis. Do you know when was the first emoji was made ? nope.. so I googled and got to know this…..The first emoji were created in 1999 by Japanese artist Shigetaka Kurita. Kurita worked on the development team for “i-mode,” an early mobile internet platform from Japan’s main mobile carrier, DOCOMO.…

  • Meld

    Meld

    how well is too well. Read the post to know the whole story