“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
– Maya Angelou
Photo link: The March to Macchu Picchu
Here’s my piece for this week’s Picture it and Write!
This isn’t right, he thought for the hundredth time. Mathew stood well within the reach of the shadows in the corner of the room. The old women, oh these women, their wills were thousandfold the force of their heavy wrinkled and gnarled hands. They had gotten it in their heads that Petr must live. Why, he’s far too young for this fate.
Fools. Who are they to decide against nature? Petr, the rambunctious lad he loved and knew, the boy who wanted to fly. Pretended to do so as he ran down the hills at breakneck speed just to feel the wind. If he’d been allowed to die in proper peace would have turned in his grave at the very though of such imposed suffering his soul must endure. It pained Mathew to see his friend binded to this lingering existence.
The soft light of dawn stroked Petr’s pale immobile face, a picture of perfect, undisturbed rest. Continue reading “Picture it and Write: Fly”
Hi everyone, I’m terribly sorry for not visiting in such a long time, sadly enough posting these days end up just being an afterthought. Today is Phagwah, the festival many of us Hindus celebrate to mark the beginning of spring. Today we throw coloured powder and water on friends, family and agreeable strangers (who can be of different religion and race) not only for the new season but also to commemorate Krishna’s fondness of pranks. This week’s Ermilia’s Picture It and Write! reminds me of the holiday, particularly the clouds. So here’s my bit. It’s been a while.
The pain at my temples throbbed like the beats in a Hall and Oats song. I stayed home today, and work was out of question with all of the indecision and confusion and plain all out frustration that had condensed into a dripping orb in my chest. I take a sip of the stuff of the bottom of my mug and nearly wretched. A day and a half old black coffee can do that to a body, served me right I supposed, I hadn’t gotten around to change the grounds. Nevertheless, picking it up made me feel a whole lot better for it revealed a recent postcard from some picturesque lake in Scotland from my best friend Riley.
It wasn’t very hard to believe such serene beauty was real, I grew up to long stretches of road with views of sun-lit cane fields on one side and rice on the other, took shade under coconut trees and shared that ever sentimental sky. Instead of feeling homesick, I wanted to pick up and drive off to where the sky met the ground in the far flung horizon.
The likes of lochs and miles of impossibly high mountains were utterly magnificent to my eyes that never beheld them. Continue reading “Postcard”
When I think about treasure I think of them. They’re little people now but I can’t wait to see what kind of grown ups they’ll be years from now. It’s a privilege to be their big sister, I get to influence them, to make them be good and kind. I love them missing teeth, scarped knees, weird giggles and all. They fill my days with screamed warnings and annoyance but at the same time make me laugh and feel better when I’m stranded. They anchor me in a world that’s bent on challenging my will. Such days will come for all of ’em and I’ll be there to get them through it. That’s what we do with our treasures, we protect them.
Wandering with my camera, I often find my eye drawn to strange bedfellows. Juxtapositions. Foils. Unexpected pairings.
– Michelle W, The Daily Post
I’d taken this some time late last year, right behind the school. The wire lined the entire compound, but this particular part of the fence separated us from the untamed green land some miles beyond. This section was shaded by a dwarf coconut tree, the one I’d like to stand under those hot days and it was on one such sweltering morning when I noticed these vines twisting their way around the length of the wire and the barbs.
The contrast was immediate. Such thriving life form that should dare to advance Continue reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition”
This would be the first collage I attempted and felt it ready. These shots capture bits and pieces of the person I am. I think this week’s photo challenge had the same theme but I’m not sure. In time I will post more collages like this one. It’s a really cool tool and I had fun tinkering around.
He carries a whiff of diesel
Denim smeared, greasy to the touch
Beads of sweat cool on his sun baked face
Good shirts come home from the fields
With soft frayed holes and a scent of green
A sure thing to send Ma’s ire up
Added to the broken saucer and cup
The raggedy man,
A listener, a speaker,